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how best to honor this brief life

quoting Loraine Hutchins:

We are changing. We have never stopped changing. This cycle of death and rebirth is familiar. The passage to the other side is an arduous one. We are growing, pulsing, stretching, yearning to be free... we must concentrate on what the moment-to-moment reality requires, how best to honor this brief life now pusling within and between us...

quoting Gail Sheehy:

The theory in my book "Passages" is that each of us develops through adulthood by stages. Between each stage are points of decision between progress and regression where we are challenged to shed a protective structure, and when we do, we are left exposed and vulnerable, capable of stretching in ways we hadn't known before.

quoting John Lennon:

I'm not afraid of death because I don't believe in it. It's just like getting out of one car into another.

quoting Annie Sprinkle:

Make love to the earth and sky and all things and they will make love to you. Open yourself up to the great web of energy that connects all things, become a channel for some of that ecstasy that's available just for the asking. Breathe it in, and you will be guaranteed many benefits. For one thing, you will find that perfect, ideal lover that you have been searching for for so long. That lover is yourself.

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There is an NGO based in Holland called the Humanist Institute for Development Cooperation, which is sponsoring an event about love and stretching, perhaps about the death of prejudices and emerging into new being-ness. There's a poster which says, in Dutch, in the upper R corner, "This woman stands as a symbol for all gay women and men in developing countries who, through the Human Rights programs of HIVOS, are enabled to come out in public about their sexual orientation." HIVOS distributes money all over the world for their programs. One of the bands playing in their Satruday event is called "Bjorn Again" which means exactly what it says:

This is Pink Saturday, and it isn't the only festival this week, the city is exploding with them. One music concert featured a battle of the bands kinda thingie, the city orchestra was divided in half and one "side" wore soccer / football "uniforms" of black shorts and blue tops, the other musicians suited up in green and yellow. The conductor was replaced by a soccer umpire and they did the William Tell Overture and Wagner's ""Ride of the Valkyres" so yes, they could really play, it was a spectacle and it was good, too. The city brought in a stage latched together in the lake from 253 pontoons, and the green + yellow team players even had cheerleaders:

In one of the city parks there are literally awesome sculptures, by Javier Marin of Mexico City, who does his pieces in segments of cast bronze and lets you make up your own mind about what they mean. This is one of about ten, a slave-woman whose oppression is so heavy the sculptor wants you to see her outside, even if you're just passing by her:

I think this says more about the oppression of women than a dozen hundred books could.

And there are life-size horsemen, nine of them in total, mounted on girders to make them rise about twelve feet in the air:

All men, of course. You're asked to figure out if they are conquerors or victims. In war, that is.

These have a Middle-Ages feel and a contemporary one too. The stroll in the park and the process of taking this all in reminds me of how short life is and how important it is to focus on the moment-to-moment experiences you have... the Aztec exploitations were hundreds of years ago and none of us knows in our bones how hundreds of years feels, but the sculpture is now and the creativity behind it was last year and this year and a bunch of years in the future... and what you bring to it is now, too.

Pulsing and stretching.


Jun. 25th, 2009 07:01 am (UTC)
That slave sculpture is haunting.
Jun. 26th, 2009 01:28 pm (UTC)
Yeah, many of the rest of them are, too --- especially the way-oversize bronze heads,something like ten or eleven feet tall, like an incredible close-up photo which you can crawl into...

The slave sculpture haunts me even in bright sunlight when I'm a mile away from her... O.o


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