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October 29th, 2009

05:35:46 AM

animal

Lisa Niemi was quoted recently as saying that she misses her late husband, Patrick Swayze, on a “cellular level” and despite 22 months of preparing for his death that her grief was an animal of its own.

Cellular attraction is not something to be taken lightly or dismissed. It is far different from lust at first sight or that instantaneous sense of connection and communication – cellular love is a kind of communication established between the beings of two people that exists beyond words.

Just standing next to someone, resting a hand on them as they talk begins a dialogue in which your conscious experiences are absent, heck even body memory does not come into play because it is about the very raw nature of one being talking to the very raw nature of another.

But just because that is happening does not mean it is enough to rely on to create a 34 year long marraiage. Because along with cells, people do come with memories and consciousness, experience, prejudice and dreams and all of those must be taken into account as well. Your cells may dance together on a microbiological level, but your beings must still bond and seek to enhance that bond.

I have had a few conversations of late about the “stopping” in relationships. How, in the beginning, there is a push to get to know someone and then everything stops – mostly because we assume we have gotten to know the person enough or it is as far as we choose to go in our comfort zones. But that newness is a daily thing, no matter how long you have been together, because our momentary experiences are always shaping and changing us.

I am beyond irate about the San Francisco bay bridge. I mean, this is what I used to do for a living, build bridges and everyone always talked about their fear of being called to work on that one because not enough proper maintenance has been done and when the powers that be finally decided to do it, that bridge would be a death trap to anyone working on it.

Now, the bridge has spoken. Bridges speak three times (this is the ironworker lore), the first two times are the only warnings you get and the third time, it is between you and your God if there is anything else on this planet they need you to do.

Once, that bridge was damaged in an earthquake. And then around labor day a structural beam revealed that it was cracked (whisper one), so they closed it for a few days and did a bizarre jerry rig patch with a supporting rod that came crashing down the other day (word two). Engineers who have made a career of studying the Bay Bridge are up and arms saying that the bridges needs have to addressed now before disaster happens and fear that the powers that be will rush through another patch to open the bridge again.

Because of short term thinking.

But that kind of short term thinking will bring some very bad things.

But the majority of people who use that bridge will not consider this, they will only focus on the fact that this public thing is supposed to make their life so much easier that they do not even have to think about it. That is the strange thing about how we have become, we strive to reach a point in which we do not even have to consider the things we rely on, that are a part of our lives in such a way that they are like walking, like breathing…intuitive, but often we forget how they actually work.

We do that with the people in our lives as well. We seem to strive to get to a point where we forget that they exist as entities separate from ourselves and that leads to the age old complaint of “being taken for granted.” When you begin to take someone or some thing for granted (and ask anyone who has lost a car engine for having no oil) then we fail to see the small things needed from us to continue helping them to be and in turn, helping is to be with them in our days.

They say (in the lore again) that iron is one of the most powerful and magical things to work with because it is a core material of the earth, it has its own life and moods and spirit. Any ironwoker worth their salt developed a capacity to read and listen to their steel and iron which is why one of the most common complaints by their romantic partners is they felt like the worker was having an affair with their steel. Wood is not the same, because it is so changed by the time you work with it. But iron holds a life that the more you touch it, the more it speaks with you on a cellular level.

Two pieces of the earth, speaking together.

And isn’t that, when you think of it, what two people are? Two pieces of the earth speaking together?

I went to the gas station and got two cups of coffee today to start the morning. There is much to be done and then and then…hopefully I can work on the new pieces. I got speed sick last night which I am hoping will be my only version of the flu.







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