Everything I Need to Know In Life I Learned From My Dog
October 2, 2007
Everything I Need to Know In Life I Learned From My Dog
By Mary Rosendale
I was mooching around the Self-Help section in my local Barnes and Noble the other day when I got to thinking about the first Self Help book I ever read. Most of the early ones were actually based on psychology and written by psychologists. Remember “I’m OK. You’re Ok.� It actually had pie-charts and you needed some intelligence to get through it.
I remembered, too, that during the rise of the Feminist movement in the Seventies the greatest of all self-help books were feminist books. Heady political stuff. These books actually changed the course of lives. How well I recall my first Consciousness Raising group. It was full of scary looking women in black mao slippers carrying well-thumbed copies of Simone de Beauvoir’s “Second Selfâ€. I was introduced to many of these books in my Assertiveness Raising Groups. A phenomenon so familiar, back then, we would casually refer to it, over our Chablis and Fondue, as A.R. Groups. As in “Whose A.R. group are you in?†I don’t think A. R. Groups even exist these days. Why would they? They’ve gone the way of Betty Crocker and hipsters. Anyway, those books were rare gold. Passed around, recommended, endlessly discussed and few and far between.
Now, Self-Help rivals only Computer Software as the largest department in any bookstore. Everybody, it seems, has something to say. Self-help books are opinion pieces. And some of them are opinion pieces in very slim volumes with very big writing. And just to make things really interesting we know nothing about the writers so as to evaluate whether their opinion is actually worth more than a bus ticket and a cup of coffee. Do this. Do that. They are written by the dying the sick, the addicted, the narcissistic. Especially the narcissistic. Everybody’s got the secret of life. Or at least that magic bullet which will help you go one or two days more.
Because there’s no FDA to regulate the claims of these books there’s no redress. And, being human, we’re all looking for short-cuts. As if there’s a substitute for doing the work yourself. I personally believe that self-improvement is an inside job. It’s not a “How do I†– more a “Why can’t Iâ€. Most people know what they have to do they just don’t want to do it. (Stop bingeing, drinking, whining, blaming everybody else. Get your butt off the couch and welcome the day and take responsibility for your life).
Of course, the placebo value is great. You actually may be getting something really valuable. But you don’t know how your life would’ve turned out if you hadn’t read them. Although I will cheerfully borrow self-help books I don’t buy them for the same reason that I don’t take expensive supplements or vitamins. There’s no quanitifiable measure of investment. The half-life of my vitamin intake is about two weeks or whenever I come to the end of the bottle, whichever comes sooner. Then – if I am not halfway through writing the Great American Novel or training for a triathlon I lose interest and assume they didn’t do anything. I guess the books make you think a little more. Another advantage is that by giving you shrink-wrapped pre-packaged insights they save you the work of actually trying to figure out this stuff yourself. Kind of like some people figure they’re off the hook for eating right if they supplement their diet with pre-fabbed nutrients.
And you can’t argue with any of them. None of them suggest that you criticize your neighbor or cut people off on the freeway. It’s all “be nice to people. Cherish your family. Don’t limit your potential”. All based on good solid Judeo- Christian, Buddhist, Bill W. values. All whirled together in one big centrifuge
They work on fear. If you don’t do what they exhort you to do you run the risk of not succeeding; not achieving or reaching your potential.. What if you end up eating cat food all alone and this was the one last thing you hadn’t tried?
So, again, there I was mooching around the Self-Help section the other day half-expecting to come across “Everything I need to know about life I learned from my Manicurist†When I realized that, actually, everything I need to know in life I probably learned from my dog.
You don’t know him but he’s quite a distinctive individual. He’s brave, relentlessly optimistic, completely present and entirely without artifice. What you see is definitely what you get. He’s also a great listener. He’s scared of a big monster dog which lives a few doors down and lunges at him each time he passes. So my boy steels himself and trots as quickly as he can past the terrifying fence to get to his favorite pee spot. No eye contact. He comes back the same way at a run. He gives me a hurried, frightened look as if to say “Waddya gonna do?†. If I leave him alone he sleeps. If I take him out he runs around happily and breathlessly until he can run no more. Either way works. He never holds a grudge and is always willing to kiss and make up if I hold a grudge. He is an opportunist and will take whatever he feels he needs i.e. any food that falls on the floor or looks like it might fall on the floor.
He trusts that the Universe, aka me, will provide for his needs. He’ll walk over to his bowl and if there’s food in it he’ll eat – if it’s empty he’ll go back to sleep until food appears..Either way works. He doesn’t pace the floor worrying about when the food will come and if it will be enough or if it will be his last meal or if it’s meeting his nutritional needs.
I love my little guy with all my heart. After all – he’s my guru. I’m just trying to figure out how to translate his teachings into my own life.
Mary Rosendale is the earthly caregiver of Mr. Wally Barker and proud mama of “The Constructed Life” – a unique Holistic Life Coaching program to help you design and build the life you want. She loves to coach – so make her happy. Visit her on the web at http://www.TheConstructedlife.com or http://theconstructedlife.blogs.com and sign up for her free newsletter. Come play.
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Dog Behavior – Our Two Australian Shepherd Puppies And The White Couch
August 18, 2007
Dog Behavior – Our Two Australian Shepherd Puppies And The White Couch
by Connie Bowen
I had heard about a Sunday evening spiritual gathering in my neighborhood and was curious to go and make some new friends. My husband and son decided to stay home so I went along looking forward to a quiet evening with like-minded folks. I arrived right on time and was greeted by my gracious hostess. As I entered the lovely living room, I actually screamed when I saw it! A pristine, white couch! The couple’s Persian rugs still had all the fringe and the rungs on their wooden chairs were without bite marks. Their woodwork had no scratches or mud spatters and their screen door was still in tact! Right then and there I made the decision; these people could not survive one minute in my house.
That’s because the day our two Australian Shepherd puppies, Jesse and Harley, came into our lives was the day “that lived-in look” took on new meaning. Old towels now cover our kitchen wall and floor beside the newly installed “doggie door.” Our spring flowers lost their blooms to curious taste buds long ago and the grass in our large backyard has all but turned to mud.
Trying to keep Jesse and Harley off the couch is like learning to fly by jumping off a cliff. We tried our round of obedience classes and agility training. We devoured the stack of dog books written by experts who ran the gamut in their advice from throwing a rolled up magazine at the dogs to ignoring them completely. As I stare at the once matching wicker tables and couch that have been dismantled piece by piece, I literally drool with anticipation remembering that day at the dog park when I heard one lady’s hopeful story who told us her 3 year old Aussie is a couch potato and loves to sleep and take it easy! Under threat of attack to our remaining furniture, we now schedule the dogs’ daily exercise time into our day timer right beside our other appointments.
All in all, would I turn back the clock if I had it to do all over again? Would I drive right by that open gate and leave that purebred Aussie trail behind?
What would my life be like without the smile on my young son’s face as he wakes up every morning to his own furry cheerleading team? And when he stands in the living room with a handful of treats authoritatively spouting, “Sit! Now down! Come and sit! Hey, Mom, did you see that? They did it!” How could I even think of such a thing? Would I miss that sign my doorbell wears, “Don’t ring. It makes the dogs go crazy”?
As I contemplate my life this past year, I look out the French doors to what’s left of our backyard and I experience that rare moment when our puppies are lying side by side in a one-in-a-million pose with the sun gleaming on their fur and their noses tipped up to catch the cool morning breeze, and I remind myself, who needs a white couch, anyway?
© Connie Bowen
Pet Portrait Artist, and Professional Illustrator Connie Bowen creates stunning pet portrait paintings on canvas from photos. Specializing in capturing the spiritual nature of dogs, cats, horses and other animals in a realistic fashion with impressionistic backgrounds as seen on Oregon Public Broadcasting’s TV show, Art Beat. Over 200 pet portraits completed and counting! Visit http://www.conniebowen.com to view exquisite samples.
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Pug Encounter – My First Time Up Close and Personal
July 19, 2007
Pug Encounter – My First Time Up Close and Personal
by Connie Bowen
I met Sharon, a pug breeder, at a local dog show. I’m a professional pet portrait artist and she stopped by my booth to commission a painting of each one of her pugs to decorate her living room walls. She mailed her photos to me straight away so that I could begin the portrait process. I must say, to get all those wrinkles exactly right was a bit of a struggle for me. It was like a jigsaw puzzle, connecting this line to that and figuring where one wrinkle started and another ended. When three of her paintings were completed, we decided on a time that would be best for me to drive over to her home to deliver her portraits.
I had never seen a pug up close and personal before. As I drove up her driveway, I saw a sign that read Pug Crossing. “Ahhh, must be the right place,†I reassured myself. As soon as I rang the bell, pug pandemonium ensued. Over the din of barked greetings, I heard Sharon shout, “Boys, go to the bedroom,†“Girls, into the kitchen.†Sharon actually corralled her four-footed darlings in this way. They understood every word Sharon said to them and obediently went to their respective posts, which gave me a space to enter into the living room.
As soon as I sat down on the couch, there were pugs everywhere around me; in my lap, under my arms, snuggling up to my nose and lips for happy licks. As my eyes wandered around Sharon’s living room, I saw every kind of pug memorabilia to be had! There were pillows, plates, a china closet full to the brim, rugs – you name it. If it had the picture of a pug on it, it was proudly displayed.
I felt immediately enthralled with each little curious pug face that stared into mine. There were happy snorts of approval as tiny tails wagged a mile a minute.
I eagerly anticipated my return visit to her home to deliver more paintings. With each pug wrinkle that I painted, thoughts of pugs grinning ear to ear filled my mind! It wasn’t long before my return visit was scheduled. It was then I realized, for some puppy lovin’, there’s no place like home – a pug home that is!!!
© Connie Bowen
Pet Portrait Artist, and Professional Illustrator Connie Bowen creates stunning pet portrait paintings on canvas from photos. Specializing in capturing the spiritual nature of dogs, cats, horses and other animals in a realistic fashion with impressionistic backgrounds as seen on Oregon Public Broadcasting’s TV show, Art Beat. Over 200 pet portraits completed and counting! Visit http://www.conniebowen.com to view exquisite samples.
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A Dog’s Tale
July 6, 2007
A Dog’s Tale
by Kim Bloomer
My name is Shadrach, and I am a dog – a BIG, handsome, elegant, and intelligent dog. No, I am not vain at all, that is just what my mom always tells me so I assume it’s true. I am now 4 ½ years old and live a great dog’s life! I get exceptional quality food – my mom and dad believe in giving me organic food, with fresh vegetables and meat every day – so I can’t complain. They’re always buying me toys which I LOVE to terrorize, because that’s what dogs do. I have my own big bed in my own bedroom and I love that. I have a big yard and I like to bark at and chase the pigeons and cats who dare to tread into my space.
The only thing I don’t like is having to take a bath UNLESS it with the garden hose in the yard – that is great fun! The best thing is I get LOTS and LOTS of love with hugs and kisses from my mom everyday. My favorite games are tug-o-war and chase. I am the champion of tug-o-war in my house. Chase is so much fun because I am very fast and my people rarely can catch me! The best part of my day is going to the park where I can meet up with my dog friends and people friends. However, this great dog’s life wasn’t always mine. My mom and dad have no idea who my dog mom was or how I came to be with the bad people. My mom’s cousin (whatever that is) rescued me from the bad people. She found out I was left alone in a dark garage to just die. The bad people didn’t want to feed me or care for me anymore – not that they ever gave me much food to begin with.
Mostly, they left me alone in the yard, garage, or even a dark bathroom sometimes. My mom’s cousin knows them and that is how my mom and dad know all this. The bad man hit and kicked me a lot and I don’t even know why. I guess that’s why I still don’t like very many men. I LOVE my dad though and some other men I know from the park that live with my girlfriends. My mom’s cousin took me home and fed me but I had to live with her other dogs. They didn’t like me very much and beat me up every chance they got – which was usually every day! I was so skinny and little that I just couldn’t fight back and it was too cold for me to be outside all the time. Thank God, my new mom and dad came and got me the week before Christmas four years ago. They spoiled me right away. They gave me good food several times a day. My mom wouldn’t let me eat a lot at once because my stomach was too little to handle a lot of food at once. I wanted to though! I kept my tail tucked between my legs while eating for a long time because I was always scared. After a while though, I knew I could just eat and it would be safe. I got my own little bed in a kennel where I could stay and feel safe at night – in the house!
Now, life is so good. I am big and strong now and tough. Men are more afraid of me now since I am so big and tough-looking. My coat is shiny and clean and not dull and dirty like before. My mom even gives me a special supplement that I suspect is a treat really. She puts it in a bowl and I drink every single drop because it is so good. My mom and dad really love me and I’m happy now. My only wish is that when people get a dog that they would take care of them and love them. Otherwise, it’s better if they don’t take us home with them. We depend on our people to love us and take care of us and not to hurt us. We want to live with our people forever – not just until they get bored of us. So, please, only take us home if we can always stay with just you.
Thank you, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
Kim Bloomer is a natural pet care consultant. She publishes several RSS channels including, http://www.Aspenbloom-WellPet.com and http://www.natural-pet-care-products.com For an all inclusive look at her business ventures go to http://KimBloomer.com
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Kanaloa’s Story
June 11, 2007
Kanaloa’s Story
By Kenneth R. Pelletier, PhD, MD(hc)
Kanaloa is Polynesian for the god of the oceans and it was an altogether fitting name for the scruffy Rhodesian Ridgeback and Golden Labrador puppy who found us on the beaches of Kauai. Like a visitation from the gods, we had no inkling of the literal miracles that Kanaloa would bring into our lives in the subsequent decade of our all too short time together.
Predictably it was my wife, Elizabeth, who first spotted him trotting across the street to greet us with a toothy smile and tail waving high in the air. “Oh look at the starving puppy,†were the first words I heard. To which I emphatically responded, “We are not bringing him home!†My resolute stance was born out of many years of
rescuing dogs, cats, horses, birds, and innumerable members of our growing four and two footed family.
To be sure, it was not love at first sight. He was so thin that every vertebrae protruded from his back, his furry coat was virtually nonexistent due to malnutrition and mange (which we later found to be a life threatening strain), both eyes were infected and oozing, and a doggy smell that was clearly not an island plumeria! Although he followed us to the one small Chinese market in Hanalea so we could feed him, we (at least I) thought this would be the end of our relationship.
Day after day, we would watch him playing on the beach with an affectionate female whom we dubbed “Mom Dog†and a three-legged German Shepherd with the highly original name of “Three-Legged Dog.†Together
they were quite a pack of ragamuffins who compensated for their physical shortcomings with seemingly endless exuberance and games of chase along the length of the huge crescent beach and shallows of the breaking waves. As we watched the starving puppy we were struck by an inner poise, dignity, and bearing that belied his shabby exterior. We fed him modest amounts of food so as not to overwhelm his digestion and, although he was literally starving, he would sit quietly and then eat slowly and methodically with impeccable manners and a disarmingly quiet presence. There were children on the beach who played with the dogs and although he was often too weak to even stand, he would pounce and play with his gentle demeanor to the delight of every child as though they were the center of his universe, and they were.
Over the course of a week, we fed him as he slowly gained weight; had many wonderful walks with him and his equally scruffy companions at sunrise and sunset; gave him a bath to try to help his sores and mange although he emerged no closer to breeder show quality than before; watched over him as he sought the shelter of our deck in
the warm trade wind rains, and fell in love with his indomitable, loving, and compassionate spirit. Each day we asked both local residents and beach tourists if anyone knew him or where he came from but this was met with an indifferent shrug and a dismissive snort about the overpopulation of stray dogs in paradise. Toward the end of the
next week we started in earnest to talk with residents along the beach to see if they would give him a home provided that we could pay for all his veterinary bills and food for at least a year. At one point, a young Asian woman and her son who owned a local store said they would be willing to take him. But later that night we found him laying patiently on the grass mat outside their door long past when they had locked up and gone home.
Seeing him be so loving, trusting, forgiving, and loyal against all odds just broke our hearts. That night my wife and I had a very long, emotional talk when my indifferent demeanor finally cracked and I had to admit that both of us had fallen in love. At sunrise we walked to the beach and as the three dogs joined us, my wife asked that we
might know the scruffy puppy’s name and immediately she heard “Kanaloa†not knowing its meaning at the time. Although the day started with a glorious sunrise, it soon changed into a monsoon like deluge. Since it was near time for us to leave in a few days, we committed to taking him home. But the last we saw of him that rainy day was that he was running full tilt down the beach and disappearing into the rain and mist.
Reluctantly, we went downstairs to the laundry room to prepare for leaving when my wife whispered to look down where I saw the bright, shiny yellow/brown eyes staring silently up at me from the height of my right knee. It was that sight of his great soul staring out at us that galvanized us to race all over the island to find the one available dog kennel for his flight; find a veterinarian at the end of a dusty lava road for the necessary vaccinations and to check for heart worm; call the airline for another ticket; and realize that we had a new family member. That night he slept quietly on the deck outside of our bedroom while “Mom Dog†and “Three-Legged Dog†stood a silent vigil all night long for their beloved friend.
With his astounding grace, composure, and lion hearted dignity, he braved the noise of two major airports and the confinement of a kennel which surely must have intimidated him with its contrast to the churning of ocean waves and endless expanse of his beach. As thought in a cosmic reciprocation to us, he brought a miracle into our lives as we changed flights in Honolulu. Actually, we had escaped to Kauai to retreat from what was an overwhelming sense of too many responsibilities at home and a conflict I was having with a higher level faculty member at my medical school. Suddenly, in the gate area lounge, that very individual and I came face to face and in a very
brief matter of minutes, on a neutral ground, with my being filled with Kanaloa’s love, he and I set aside years of conflict in a most miraculous encounter.
Little did I know how Kanaloa’s love opened our hearts and how many, many literal miracles would occur with us and all who came to know and love him. Much to our surprise he grew into a magnificently beautiful dog with a coat as golden as a Kahihari lion, and amber eyes that always looked steadfastly and lovingly into the depths of our very soul. Often times during his life we communicated with him through our friend, Jeri Ryan, and directly after her teaching us the art of contact and communication. His perceptions and wisdom were always inspiring, insightful, and so filled with the “mindfulness†to which we all aspire. With every walk, he taught us to experience the day through the smell of the earth, the sound of quails and red tail hawks, the taste of a mountain stream, delights of rolling in wet grasses, and the immediate present moment of infinite possibilities and exuberance.
Throughout his life he remained a puppy at heart, always signaling with his pounce to come play, chasing his tail in sheer delight, and racing through the tall California grasses or colder Pacific waters with his beloved German Shepherd, and lifelong companion, Zoe, who adored him as much as all of us whose lives he touched. Throughout his life he retained his regal, leonine demeanor when in repose while punctuating those meditations with his sheer joy and exuberance that, even in the midst of difficult days, always reminded us of joy, vitality, forgiveness, and love.
Just after Kanaloa’s tenth birthday, his appetite fell off for a few days but his energy and playfulness was unabated. As a routine precaution we brought him to his lifelong veterinarian, John Anderson, who originally saved him from his life threatening mange. All of his blood tests and liver functions were completely normal but the
veterinarian detected a large mass in his abdomen which biopsied as a dreaded carcinoma. Within twenty-four hours, our beloved friend and companion was faced with immanent death or a potentially futile surgery.
That night before his surgery, we all slept side by side as a family and never in all my life had I ever wished for the sun not to rise. On that last day we went for our usual walk and literally as Kanaloa jumped into the car to go for his surgery, his eyes were bright and clear, his exuberance for life overflowing, and his gentle kisses as sweet as a puppy.
It was within minutes of his surgery that our friend and veterinarian walked out of the clinic to the tree where we were all waiting for Kanaloa. His posture conveyed what his words confirmed. With all of us in tears we agreed to let Kanaloa die with the grace and dignity that he exhibited throughout his all too short lifetime. Shortly after his death, Jeri assisted us in communicating with Kanaloa who conveyed his unbounded joy at meeting the “Francis man†and hearing the roar of a Kahlahari lion to greet him at the end of the Rainbow Bridge. When we talked with John a few days later, he conveyed to us that both the primary surgeon and he were overwhelmed by the extent of
the metastatic cancer and that Kanaloa should have been dead six months ago. From a medical perspective, only one lobe of his liver was functioning, his spleen and gall bladder were virtually engulfed with intestinal metastases, and he had stopped eating since his stomach had been invaded and consumed by the aggressive carcinoma. From a more spiritual perspective, we all knew that it was Kanaloa’s lionheartedness and soaring spirit that had borne up his body. For all of us who knew him, it was a certainty that his spirit had outgrown the
limitations of his earthly body until he burst with unbounded joy into the infinite light.
On the evening we brought Kanaloa home, it was cloudy but as we approached our house, my wife pointed out a ray of the setting sun that was illuminating Kanaloa’s favorite lookout spot where he would wait to greet us with a bark and an animated run to the gate to coax us into his world of play. It was as though that ray of sunlight echoed “Look at the starving puppy†who had enriched our lives forever. At sunset we buried his body beneath a ginkgo tree which would only be outlived by our memories and love of our most beloved friend and companion.
Now when we see him, he is radiant with joy and running with abandon on his crescent beach alongside the turquoise blue waters and pounding surf of a perfect island paradise. His old friends, Mom Dog and Three-Legged Dog, are with him sharing the exuberance of their reunion never to be separated again. No longer a ragamuffin puppy, he is a magnificent, leonine, amber-eyed dog of magnificent stature and dignity. With a wisdom only borne of being consciously on the other side, Kanaloa conveys to us with a pounce and wag that we will all be together again on his beach where he patiently awaits our arrival forever and a day.
About the Author.
Kenneth R. Pelletier, PhD, MD(hc) — is a Clinical Professor of Medicine, Department of Medicine, at the University of Arizona School of Medicine; and, a Clinical Professor of Medicine in the Department of Family and Community Medicine and in the Department of Psychiatry at the University of California School of Medicine, San Francisco (UCSF). At the University of Arizona School of Medicine, he is Director of the Corporate Health Improvement Program (CHIP) which is a collaborative research program between CHIP and 15 of the Fortune 500 corporations and serves as Chairman of the American Health Association. You can learn more about his many books and speaking topics on health at http://www.drpelletier.com.
Prior to these positions, Dr. Pelletier served as Clinical Professor of Medicine, Department of Medicine, Stanford University School of Medicine; was Director of the Stanford Corporate Health Program (SCHP); and, Director of the NIH funded Complementary and Alternative Medicine Program at Stanford (CAMPS). From 1974 until joining the Stanford University School of Medicine in 1990, Dr. Pelletier held a dual appointment as an Associate Clinical Professor in the Department of Medicine and the Department of Psychiatry, University of California School of Medicine in San Francisco (UCSF). In addition to his faculty positions, Dr Pelletier has served a member of the Board of Directors of the California Wellness Foundation, Foundation Health Systems (FHS), Health Systems International (HSI), and the Social Venture Network. He was a Woodrow Wilson Fellow, studied at the C.G. Jung Institute in Zurich, Switzerland and has published over 300 professional journal articles in behavioral medicine, disease management, worksite interventions, and alternative/integrative medicine. At the present time, Dr. Pelletier is a medical and business consultant to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, the World Health Organization (WHO), the National Business Group on Health, the Federation of State Medical Boards, and major corporations including IBM, American Airlines, Medtronic, Disney, Merck, Ford, NASA, Microsoft ENCARTA, Blue Cross, Blue Shield, United Healthcare, the Pasteur Institute of Lille, France, the Alpha Group of Mexico, and the Singapore Ministry of Health. He also serves on the boards of the Healthtrac Foundation, United Behavioral Health, American Institute of Stress, International Spa Association (ISPA), American Journal of Health Promotion, and as a peer reviewer for the Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA), the Journal of Occupational and Environmental Medicine(JOEM), and Annals of Internal Medicine.
Dr. Pelletier is listed in Who’s Who in America and in Who’s Who in the World. His research, clinical practice, and publications have been the subject of numerous national television programs including several appearances on the ABC World News, the Today program, Good Morning America, the CBS Evening News, 48 Hours, the McNeil-Lehrer Newshour, CNN, FOX News, CBS Sunday Morning, Hour Magazine, the Time/Life video series, the award winning BBC series The Long Search, and the five-part Blue Cross/Blue Shield sponsored PBS series Healthy People, Healthy Business. Dr. Pelletier is the author of ten (10) major books including the international best seller Mind as Healer, Mind as Slayer (New York: Delacorte and Delta, 1977; Revised in 1992); Holistic Medicine: From Stress to Optimum Health (New York: Delacorte and Delta, 1981; Revised in 1991); Healthy People in Unhealthy Places; Stress and Fitness at Work (New York: Delacorte, Delta, and Doubleday, 1984); Sound Mind – Sound Body: A New Model for Lifelong Health (New York: Simon & Schuster, 1995); The Best Alternative Medicine: What Works? What Does Not? (New York: Simon & Schuster, 2000); Stress Free for Good: Ten Scientifically Proven Life Skills for Health and Happiness (New York: Harper Collins, 2005); and the forthcoming The New Medicine: How to Integrate Conventional and Alternative Medicine for the Safest and Most Effective Treatment (London & New York: Penguin – Dorling Kindersley) in January of 2007.
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