sapphoq on life
sapphoq shares her memories and parts of her life before and after her traumatic brain injury.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
REFRIGERATORS 2/24/07
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007
ASHES ASHES WE ALL FALL DOWN 2/20/07
I remember in Kindergarden knowing that "London Bridge" had to do with a faraway place called England.
I remember singing along with Jerry Jeff, "And even the London Bridge has fallen and moved to Arizona and I know why..." or words to that effect.
I remember knowing Major Thom was a Junkie and knowing Mardi Gras first-hand in New Orleans and Fat Tuesday.
I remember not knowing anything about Fat Tuesdays when I was growing up and getting those mysterious smudges on my forehead on Ash Wednesday. We were supposed to be thinking of Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. Somehow though, Major Thom's a Junkie rips through me when I see those ashes on the foreheads of other folks now.
I remember any sense of my old self been burnt away sometime between hitting my head repeatedly on the ceiling of that car "which I never liked much anyways" [as I told the ambulance lady] and tearing a new hippo-asshole of a hole into the cement foundation of a white house. The white house for once was an innocent bystander. I had been a somewhat soiled but naive driver until that microsecond when the multiverse in my brain tore into shreds.
We all fall down. Some of us float up. Some of us become Major Thom, others the London Bridge. Some of us find pieces of our old selves and try to reformat. The rest of us chuck the ashes into a gutter or a mass grave and get on with life.
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Where Does The Catholic Ash Wednesday Originate From?
by Wes Penre
Every Catholic in the world "knows" what Ash Wednesday is; it is the
Wednesday after Quinquagesima Sunday, which is the first day of the Lenten
fast. This is the day when Catholics put ash on their forehead as a
religious tradition. The question is; how many devoted Catholics know the
REAL story behind Ash Wednesday? How many know that this tradition has clear
pagan roots? I found an easy-to-follow explanation on Hour of the Time
website:
"It [Ash Wednesday] was taken from Roman paganism, which took it from Vedic
India. Ashes were called the seed of the fire god Agni, with power to
forgive sins. Ashes were said to were a symbol for the purifying blood of
Shiva, in which, one could bathe away sins. During Rome's New Year Feast of
Atonement in March, people wore sackcloth and bathed in ashes to atone for
their sins. As the dying god of March, Mars took his worshippers sins with
him into death. The carnival fell on dies martis, the Day of Mars. In
English, this was Tuesday, because Mars was identified with the Saxon god
Tiw. In French the carnival day was Mardi Gras, "Fat Tuesday," the day of
merrymaking before Ash Wednesday.
Ashes are the residue of fire, and just as fire is regarded in mythology and
folklore as something which purifies and also regenerates, or brings new
life, so the same properties are associated within ashes.
The ancient Jews sacrificed a red heifer by fire, the ashes being used to
purify the unclean. The ancient Egyptians burned red-haired men, not as a
purificatory rite but so that their ashes could be scattered on the fields
to quicken the seed in the earth. At the root of the custom of burning
living creatures in sacred fires to fertilize the soil lies the conviction
that ash is the soul of fire and so bring renewal.
An entirely different way of looking at ashes is found among medieval
alchemists, who saw them as the dead body of a substance. If you burned a
piece of wood, the smoke rising up was the "soul" of the wood and the ashes
left behind were its corpse.
Cremation of a body comes from these beliefs. - Rob T."
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THE DOCTOR 2/20/07
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Monday, February 12, 2007
SNOWBALL 2/12/07
This was no ordinary snowball. It was an iceball and I bled. Yuck. I had a scab from it. The scab fell off and the small wound healed up.
My dad had a couple of friends who had a couple of kids and the kids had a samoyed whose name was Snowball. I can still see her running in their yard. A big happy thing she was with far more fur than skin.
The year I discovered joints, I also discovered Frank Zappa. Don't eat yellow snow. Nanook the eskimo.
My dog likes to bite snowballs as I throw them to her.
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Friday, February 02, 2007
OBITUARIES 2/2/07
Then I would carefully read each one, absorbing such odd tidbits as age, family members, and arrangements. I did this throughout my childhood and adolescence fairly consistently with occasional breaks. I was not a particularly morbid child in any other respect. I didn't run off torturing animals or ripping leaves off of trees or sucking blood. I liked reading about death.
Perhaps it was a natural outgrowth from my interest in biographies. The grammar school librarian-- she had lost one leg to cancer and got along on crutches-- used to allow me to help her put the books back from the returns and the stacks. I liked doing it and got good at it. I found the biographies that way. I can still see the school library quite clearly in my mind's eye and where the biographies were located. It was a series designed to stimulate interest in the sciences perhaps. I remember I read Marie Curie's and I went on to read Thomas Alva Edison, and Louis Pasteur. There were others too which I cannot recall.
Some years later when we had gone off to our separate hells in high school hallways, I was visiting a couple of friends from those days. One of them told me that Miss Davis was dead. They had cruelly kept this from me, deciding somehow that I had been too delicate to share in the mourning that they had been privileged to. Odd that.
Looking back, I was probably the kid most acquainted with death. I certainly had dealt with it. My maternal grands had a retirement dairy farm where life, sex, and death were routine. My step-grandmother had dragged me off to the wakes of her dead friends with no trouble. I truly didn't mind the rituals associated with death and even enjoyed them. I understood something about the value of public mourning and was offended when it was denied to me by the well-meaning conspiracy of two friends who really didn't know me well at all.
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