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Yesterday was the annual celebration of the birth of Robert Burns. As a Scot I’m pretty familiar with some of his poems but last night the last verse of one his most famous poems suddenly struck me.

In his “To a Mouse”, the last verse reads…

Still thou are blest, compar’d wi’ me

The present only toucheth thee:

But, Och! I backward cast my e’e

On prospects drear!

An’ forward, tho’ I canna see

I guess an’ fear!

Burns wrote this poem in response to accidently destroying a mouse’s nest whilst ploughing a field. In this last verse he recognises the difference between human beings and other creatures in terms of mental processes. The mouse can only focus on the present. It deals with life in the here and now. Human beings on the other hand have the continuous tendency to think back to the past, reflecting on hardships, hurts and grievances, or to cast their minds forward into the imaginary future where they worry about all sorts of things that might befall them.

This isn’t a new idea of course, and Tolle has reinforced the concept in his “Power of Now”, but I think this is beautiful, compassionate, wise writing. He doesn’t preach. He doesn’t advise. He just states it as it is.

Our so human tendency to hang on to the past, and frighten ourselves with imaginary futures, robs us of the capacity other creatures have to be continually present in the here and now.

Strange sky

Does the sky ever look exactly the same twice? I don’t think so.
However, yesterday, it looked SO different. I’ve never seen an effect quite like this. It’s almost like seeing clouds through ripples in water….

strange sky

strange sky

Lovely in white

Yesterday, the frost sparkled the whole of Stirling

frosty river forth

frosty stirling castle

frosty gowan hill

frosty wallace monument

There are a depressingly large number of stories around about the inappropriate levels of influence drug companies have over government authorities who are responsible for developing, delivering and regulating health care. Most of the ones we read relate to the US and UK, but here’s one from France.
This is the story of a drug called Mediator which is supposed to be prescribed for diabetics to help them lose weight, but seems to have been prescribed to a lot of French people over the years whether they’re diabetic or not. As far back as the 1990s reports of deaths occurring in patients taking this drug began to emerge and the problem seemed so serious that the US, Switzerland and Spain all banned it. More recent studies have suggested between 500 and 2,000 French people may have died taking this drug. The question being asked is why did it take until November 2009 for the French authorities to act on the evidence?
The company which makes Mediator is Servier which is an old French family business with longstanding connections in the French establishment.

“Servier has shown an extraordinary capacity for escaping criticism,” said Socialist deputy Gerard Bapt, a cardiologist who has taken a close interest in the scandal. “The main reason is because it has been able to infiltrate all the relevant scientific committees working on this drug.” For Irene Frachon, “the conflicts of interest are palpable… Among the medical establishment, in the pharmaceutical and cardiological communities, there are people close [to the Servier laboratories].”

Balance or chaos?

Larry Dossey has written an article about harmony and chaos. As he rightly points out the concepts of harmony, order and “coherence” are so universally accepted as characteristics of a healthy system or organism that nobody really ever considers that this way of thinking might not completely capture the reality of health.
I suppose one area where I began to realise that health isn’t all about order and coherence was when I discovered that epileptic fits arise, not when the brain dissolves into the chaos of an “electrical storm” as was previously thought, but, rather when consistent waves of co-ordinated electrical activity wipe out the normal brain function. In other words, a seizure emerges out of rigidity, not chaos.
Healthy brain activity is probably more accurately represented as edge of chaos which can tip, on the one hand, into total chaos, or, on the other, into rigidity – neither of which is healthy.
It seems that studies on aging are beginning to highlight a similar issue. Both at the level of individual organs, like the heart, and at the level of the whole organism, it seems that as we age we lose a capacity to exist in some healthy zone of near chaos. In fact as we age we stiffen, we lose flexibility and, hence both resilience and adaptability.

“Chaos in bodily functioning signals health. Periodic [regular, rhythmic, coherent] behavior can foreshadow disease. Transitions to strongly periodic dynamics are observed in many pathologies, including Parkinson’s disease (tremor), obstructive sleep apnea, sudden cardiac death, epilepsy, and fetal distress syndromes, to name but a few.”

This makes a lot of sense when you consider the characteristics of complex systems. It’s true that you need a healthy level of “integration” ie of harmonious linkage between differentiated parts. However, for a system to be adaptable it must be flexible and for it to grow it needs to develop new patterns (a biological phenomenon known as “emergence”). Emergence only occurs when a system moves towards a “far from equilibrium” point, or some kind of tipping point. There are characteristics of complex systems known as “bifurcation points” where a system may go one way or another, and of “phase transitions”, where the whole behaviour of a system might suddenly change (for example, where liquid water turns to gaseous steam).
We are complex adaptive systems. We do need an incredibly intricate complex set of checks and balances, of feedback loops, of harmony and coherence. But we also need a bit of chaos, too much regularity can mean insufficient flexibility.

Jonah Lehrer’s written a good piece in Wired about the importance of therapy
By therapy, he’s specifically referring to talking therapy as opposed to drug therapy. We’ve got a very drug-centric approach to health care, but the research evidence into anti-depressants clearly shows they are no more effective than placebo for all but the most severe depressions. So why do we persist in using drugs as first line treatments for depression? In fact, we often dismiss the value of the “talking therapies” (psychoanalysis has found it very hard to present an “evidence based” case, the way Cognitive Behavioural Therapy has done, and, as a result, often loses out in decisions about resource allocation)
Lehrer refers to some work comparing a mindfulness approach to depression to drug treatment and the conclusion on long term effectiveness was –

The results were stark. Not surprisingly, patients who escaped depression with the help of anti-depressants, and then stopped taking the drugs, relapsed about 70 percent of the time. The chemical boost was temporary. However, during the 18 month follow-up period, only 28 percent of patients in mindfulness therapy slipped back into the mental illness.

As he helpfully concludes –

What we often forget is that therapy alters the chemical brain, just like a pill. It’s easy to dismiss words as airy nothings and talk therapy as mere talk. Sitting on a couch can seem like such an antiquated form of treatment. But the right kind of talk can fix our broken mind, helping us escape from the recursive loop of stress and negative emotion that’s making us depressed. Changing our thoughts is never easy and, in severe cases, might seem virtually impossible. We live busy lives and therapy requires hours of work and constant practice; our cortex can be so damn stubborn. But the data is clear: If we are seeking a long-lasting cure for depression, then it’s typically our most effective treatment.

And this is the nub of the issue, isn’t it? Life is complex and resolving difficulties takes time, effort and practice. It’s foolish to consider human beings as chemical/mechanical beings which can be “fixed” with chemical and mechanical “solutions”. Human interaction, awareness, consciousness, communication, all bring about changes in the internal “chemical” environment. My preference would be that we address people as people not as examples of some “chemical imbalance”.

In another piece of research looking at the psychoneurological mechanisms involved in placebo responses, we can clearly see that the placebo response is neither “nothing”, nor something artificial. In fact, it seems to be an integral part of every single therapeutic intervention.

By falsely dividing drugs into “verum” and “placebo”, or “proven” and “ineffective” we fail to understand these intrinsic biological healing capacities.

This is an interesting paper because it explores this phenomenon in detail, but the part which really struck me was the reference to the work of Benedetti et al on patients with Alzheimers. They show that damage to the prefrontal cortex specifically reduces the placebo response in these patients. Not only does it reduce the response to a prescribed placebo, but it results in the reduction of effectiveness of drugs such as analgesics, presumably because part of EVERY drug action is a placebo action and as this component is inhibited, the drug dose needs to be increased to continue the desired effect.

I’m sure a lot more work needs to be done to understand these mechanisms but it is encouraging to find research which at least begins with the hypothesis that the placebo effect is neither a trick nor is it equivalent to doing nothing.

Happy New Year! I know, I’m a bit late, but, hey, I haven’t been well. Back to health now, though, so time to start blogging again.
Some time back I was learning a bit of Japanese, and was amazed to discover that the words for the days of the week had the same root as the French words for the days of the week. To cut a long story short, I discovered that in multiple cultures and languages we name the days of the week after the sun, the moon and five planets. Not only, the same five planets, but across cultures exactly the same ones for each particular day (Monday is associated with the Moon, Tuesday, the planet Mars, Wednesday, Mercury, Thursday, Jupiter, Friday, Venus, Saturday, Saturn and Sunday, the Sun – it’s less clear in English as we’ve swapped the planet names for Norse Gods on Tuesday through to Friday). Given the rich symbolism of the planets for human beings I thought it would be interesting to explore how the actual name of the day might influence our experience of that day (I’m not talking astrological influences here, but semantic ones). I then wondered about the months of the year. What’s the naming pattern behind the months? Are they planets too? The answer turned out to be immensely unsatisfying – it’s a mess! Some are named after Greek or Roman Gods, some Roman Emperors and some after a number – and not even the right number out of the twelve possible ones for a year of twelve months!
So, I thought, why not come up with a symbolic, or semantic marker for each of the twelve months? I could then interact with that throughout the year.
Here are the twelve themes.
So we start the year in January, named after Janus, who looks forward and backwards at the same time. Janus, the god of gates and gateways. It’s the month when people reflect on the year gone by, and resolve to do something different in the year to come. In other words, it’s a time for both assessing where you’ve got to and having some thoughts about where you might be going.
Here’s my image for this month.

january goals

It’s a photograph of a sculpture at the Gallery of Modern Art in Edinburgh. The sculpture looks like goalposts, so it made me think about the whole notion of having goals (something I’m pretty ambivalent about to be honest – I see their value, but think they can be overdone). When I took this shot, I was struck by how the sculpture framed the little tree and the idea of planting a seed, and nurturing it to full blooming was an even more appealing image for me.
So here it is, the combined ideas of a gateway, to pause and look back before venturing forth, of goals or targets or hopes, and of seeds planted with a vision to work towards, to nourish, cherish and bring to fruition.
I hope some of these ideas, and this image, might colour your January.

Norman MacCaig

Over the holidays I’ve been catching up on some of the TV programmes I’ve recorded on my hard drive and watched a spectacularly wonderful one about Norman MacCaig. There were many highlights for me, but the two which really stuck were his description of a friend as someone who showed him

the usualness of the extraordinary, or the extraordinariness of the usual

and a recitation of his poem, Small Boy

He picked up a pebble
and threw it into the sea.

And another, and another.
He couldn’t stop.

He wasn’t trying to fill the sea.
He wasn’t trying to empty the beach.

He was just throwing away,
nothing else but.

Like a kitten playing
he was practicing for the future

when there’ll be so many things
he’ll want to throw away

if only his fingers will unclench
and let them go.

 

Moonset at dawn

I love those days when the moon begins to set as the sun begins to rise and there’s a beautiful co-occurrence of the sun’s dawning rays around the shining moon.

moon at dawn

dawn moon