“Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.”
“Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.”
“All suffering is caused by ignorance. People inflict pain on others in the selfish pursuit of their own happiness or satisfaction.”
Dalai Lama XIV
an enigma question started to haunt me as if i’m the last woman standing and is usually posted by (married) men, rarely by married women:
– are you married? – no – why? – i’m waiting to turn 60
i was on a dinner recently where a guy (over 40, married with children) hold me a lecture for an hour in front of everyone present about how i need to give birth to a child till i’m 42. otherwise i might regret it when i’m 50. then he went on explaining how not having a partner is not the issue cause ‘research has found‘ that one parent is enough to raise a child. instead of being in a mine field of potential embarrassment i genuinely laughed at his odysseus monologue cause this was one of those great monthy payton life situations. when he finished his presentation about my reproductive potential i kindly asked him to provide me with phone numbers of some of his married friends. why? he asked. well since i’ll be having a child and raising it by myself, the obligation and responsibility of a future mother is to choose the best sperm there is. ain’t it?
on commercial lover’s day I admit my love for Aretha Franklin. I fell for her big time as a baby teenager and my three life’s wishes were to see Michelangelo’s David, hear Chick Corea and hear Aretha Franklin live. the first two wishes came true but I really don’t know how to get to Aretha Franklin. hm, I guess I must think of something pretty soon. this is not her song (sorry mr. Sam Cook) but heard it again today on a radio and thought, let’s make a simple post out of it.
The Moro reflex is considered to be the only unlearned fear in human newborns. The gravity is considered to be one of the four powerful forces that mediates human experiences while the quantum gravity is still a bit of a theory problem.
I remember perfectly my micro free fall and indescribable feeling of going ‘up’, similar to the feeling of a plane taking off. The basket of oranges fortunately break my fall and not my spine. Mum left it there at ‘landing point’ the previous evening. She said she wanted to move it but something ‘told her’ to leave it there. The moment I begun to free fall my fear vanished. I became aware that I’m now dying at the age of 7 and posted my last thoughts to someone:
Oh fuck, already at 7
How will my class buddies do without me?
I’m off to happy hunting ground (saw it as written on a blackboard)
See, I knew there’s no point in screaming (those movies’ scenes of falling really irritated me)
Kids have not yet developed a strong ego as adults have. I guess that’s why is simpler for most of them to accept the notion of dying. One of my friends who is a psychiatrist tried to convince me that kids at young age cannot be aware of or ‘know’ what death is. With all do respect I say most psychiatrists do not know much about conscious, brain and mysteries in general. I know that my mind and body were perfectly aware of its end. Period. The shock came after my body performed a back-lift and landed perfectly into oranges. For a half a minute I could not inhale properly and that was a bit scary, not the fall.
Since than I started to perform jumps to reach the feeling of that free fall. During summer I would jump off from high cliffs in sport shoes cause hitting the sea surface with bare feet is quite a burning sensation. In winter I would jump from first or even second floors/balconies to land into a sand. It these cases it was very important knowing how to land and how to use your knees as shock absorber. Otherwise, don’t try.
Somebody asked me once if I’m an adrenalin junkie. It was not about adrenalin but about that feeling of utter relaxation and the feeling of going up. It’s difficult to explain. Still today when I ‘free fall’ into sea I like to close my eyes to feel gravity pulling my physical body down while something else is pulling ‘me’ up at once. Quantum physics at its best. To express it poetically, the silent fall of a falling leaf.
As a person who had several near death experiences I tell you death is not to be feared. If anyone of you ‘get lucky’ to die via free fall, try to relax, get a sense of an adventure and enjoy it cause there’s actually nothing else you can do. I’m not being sarcastic, ironic or perverse. If you look at it a bit closer, life as we know it is hell for most parts of it. Death only comes as a salvation.