vignettes of the night XV: star dust


(Don’t explain, don’t complain)

Last nite at an after-opening a friend was talking to me about a Tibetan healer who does body work, an energy-tuner, if you will, who works wonders for her. And I thought, if I could afford it I would do it in a minute. This is what I think health insurance should cover along with acupuncture, massage, homeopathy, and everything else that falls under the rubric of “alternative medicine”. Obviously not everyone feels as I do, and I’m sure many don’t even believe in the validity of these “treatments”.

I can attest to beneficial results from many of them but I’ve never tried energy body work. Its clearly not as prevalent, perhaps because few truly have the skills, and I can’t afford the treatment anyway (approx. $250. per session, I was told). Of course its an accumulative, ongoing process, which takes time. Something we always think we don’t have enough of, though I often wonder why, or if that’s true. Which is probably why this story of the Tibetan healer stuck in my head because it came on the heels of a FB thread on karma where I explained to someone that I don’t see latter in terms of retribution or a boomerang effect. I also said I believe we are all just reverberating energy, without origin or center, just a dynamic implacable field, that like stars, the dust of which its said we’re constituted, exists outside of time as well as in it. And I for one find great relief in that awareness. How karma plays out in this context will always remain a mystery, I think, just as the understanding of what it means to be stardust will remains so no how hard we try to explain it,IMHO.

I will concede meditation, and Buddhist thinking are influences, and who could forget the great Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young’s song, haha!, which is the first time I ever heard the idea that we were stardust. But I’ve always intuited that humans were not as special as we’ve thought we were, and that “being” was greater than the any concept, phenomenological, ontological…

Anyway, I don’t know where this post is going, which seems apropos, but here’s another great song I just listened to that sums up at least part of how I feel about our hubris as humans (particularly westerners, if that’s even a viable term anymore since internet and social media culture have bred self-branding on a global level). Enjoy (the video footage though is weird) : Andre Williams’ The Monkey Speaks His Mind.

I think I’ve just got to keep working on connecting to the positive forces out there in humanityville, the friends, spaces, communities, etc. we form to be more than just brands, or self-absorbed “individuals”. Intuition is the best guide.

Speaking of which, I’ve got two photos to share that are all about the intuitive. One I took via iPhone at dinner of a friend putting on lipstick in preparation for me to take a photo of her. I left the flash off and slyly shot a few as she did. She liked and posted this one on FB, so I have it to share. The other is a photo that just appeared out of nowhere on my desktop tonite, seriously I’ve no clue how it got there?! Its several months old, and a failed attempt to capture a little accidental vignette (before I came up with the idea) of a soft squeaky toy elephant whose ears had gotten smushed in packaging that was trying to stretch/pop out, using shower clothespins (was gonna give it as gift to a friend’s little dog, as if the dog would care:)).
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