|magical mystery machine|
April 9, 2006
The body is a weird thing. I know, I have one. It does some mighty amazing things, and, some stuff that, for lack of a better word, is just plain gross.
There's the mystery of menstruation; bleeding, but not dying. Well something does, but it's not you.
Who likes throwing up? Not me!
Blood. Snot. Vomit. Ejaculate. Tears. Sweat. Shit. Urine. scabs-boogers-puss-earwax-plaque-zits
Simply astounding stuff! We all know s ome one who can turn their eyelids inside out. Or we've seen that one girl who can put both of her feet behind her head. Contortionists...that's an odd group of folks.
I guess my point is, in some Kristeva like fashion, I both marvel at and am disgusted by my own body. Isn't every one?
Mine has born three children. I bear the marks, badges of honor of their entrance into this world. I breast fed them all. Many lovers have found orgasmic bliss because of and inspite of my body. It gets me where I need to take my brain. I can still do backbends and cartwheels at age 41. (even if my fat gets in the way)
I feed it, rest it, and empty it out pretty regularly. I'm fond of it being clean and smelling nice.
When I was a kid I thought it was pretty odd that we only get one body to last our whole lives. Not long after that, I realized they were pretty sturdy. But, as I grew older, I noticed the toll some people's had paid. Lost limbs, eyes missing, spine not working the way it should, nerve damage; and I had an ephiphany-we're not as strong as I had first thought. No, humans are kind of fragile-not just on the outside, but inside too. And our brains! WOW, a gazillion times more complex than any computer.
I wonder too why do we see our selves in three distinct parts: mind, body, soul? All those added up are me. Your head can be OK, but your body a mess. OR you can physically be fit as a fiddle like my grandmother-but her mind is like that of a child. Has she got old wiring in there? Too bad we can't call a body electrician to fix her up. Then there's all sorts of soul trouble we can get in to, is is right? is it wrong? how or will I be punished as a result of this choice? I know I've over simplified here (it works for me). Is there a God, higher power-Master/Mistress of the Universe?
Yeah having a body and it's complexities is something pretty cool. We can "listen" to ours to know illness, cycles, healing and the like. So, to who ever created us or where ever we came from; mud or some intense energy-thanks, cause this go round here has been, well the best 41 years I've had so far.