The Moon Garden Lounge Jun 22, 2012 8:18:02 GMT -5
Post by nica575 on Jun 22, 2012 8:18:02 GMT -5
Warrior women and Hindu goddesses took me back to the sense memory of living in an Indian ashram, and having the duty to regularly help wash a 15 foot tall statue of Durga mounted on a tiger in the wee hours of the morning with warm rose water. She became a symbol to me of inner courage and fierce love. I remembering clambering barefoot up onto the slippery back of the tiger with my bucket, and the careful balancing act required to reach the weapons she brandished in her hands. On the one hand I knew that I was in a precarious physical position high above the ground, and standing on the back of a tiger, even one frozen in mid-stride, is never to be taken lightly.
On the other hand, a clear inner voice said 'I won't let you fall'.
Sometimes I wonder if Adam feels like he's both standing on the back of the tiger with all the danger, exposure, and excitement that entails, and hearing the inner voice of divine reassurance. I hope so.
Mika - great illustration of how the experience of joy can sometimes transmute through over-investment into job. I've definitely felt it. But what often ends up happening is I save reading about Adam and watching his videos until the end, like desert, and then the joy wells up again.
I love the coining of the fandom word 'bert'. It's a noun (we are 'berts'), but also an active verb. I'm berting, I want to bert, we are berting. To bert is to revel in the joy. To laugh, to be awestruck, to be moved, to be turned on, to be intrigued by Adam and his music. To be in the moment as observer and participant, as Adam is almost always present and in the moment.
...balancing on the back of a tiger....sounds like a description of life...some cling to that back...some slide and fall off...some sit comfortably...some stand....and some dance making the tiger move faster! We all know which one is Adam. He is the goddess that makes the tiger leap, he does not bear arms but instead he bears the voice and the spirit and the gift of shining colors...he makes us bert...