2.10.2011

CAPTURING COOL

Our friend Himali had a wonderful slow love moment at the Amber Fort in Jaipur. Her best friend--who happens also to be the daughter of the renowned dancer I recently wrote about--was in a terrible motorcycle accident several months ago. She has come out of a coma, but her recovery has been slow. When she is in Delhi, Himali visits her friend for hours every day in the hospital. I am sure that sort of devotion and love has helped the recovery. After leaving the hospital, Himali practices a form of reiki to clear her energy of suffering she feels in the hospital.

We were sitting on a cool stone step in the shade, talking. Himali's hand was splayed out on the marble. She sat very still, for a long time, and I realized she was no longer really paying attention to the conversation--she was in another zone. Later she told us that she became entranced by the cool energy of the marble, which was not only affecting her hand, but flowing up her arms. She found it enormously soothing.


Meanwhile, my friends Lisa and Jenny had spotted some gorgeous creatures adorning the walls of the consulting chambers, and I offer them to you. I had missed them, I had gotten so focused on the mirrored decoration around me. (Will share in another post.) These insects are whimsical and beautifully carved, of course; they are highly stylized. I find them adorable and funny. 


But what struck me was how much the designers of these rooms appreciated all life forms. They knew, perhaps before understanding anything about pollination, that insects are a crucial, and even enchanting, part of the life cycle; creatures that flit on breezes from flowers to pools of water. There is a childlike sense of magic in these carvings; many of lose the wonder about bugs as we get older. Time to take that wonder back. Everything is sacred here; after all, a dog might be the reincarnation of your uncle. 


Most of us, traveling to India, worry about "bugs"--things that will sting us, or affect our bowels, and make us ill. Here is an altogether different meditation on bugs. I can imagine how soothing the cool white marble must feel during the punishing heat of Indian summers. It makes me smile just to see these buggy things. And their winking eyes went a long way to clearing my energy that morning.

14 comments:

pve design said...

Cool and witty wink to you from America.
Beautiful.
pve

Cristina said...

I do love these fantastic carvings in the marble you keep on posting.
absolutely enthralling.

Snippets of thyme said...

Very different sort of sculpting on the wall that digresses from the typical scenes in Europe. So playful and feminine, I almost wonder if a woman designed them. I am enjoying seeing every day life in India. Reiki sounds so interesting but complicated too. Indian culture has so many layers and beliefs that are so different from here in the US. We have so many Indian families living around us here in Houston. These insights will help to know more about their world. Thanks!

Snippets of thyme said...

Dominique, I saw your interview about your book on your side bar. You are beautiful! I enjoyed how you communicated your message. In fact, I am not going to get up before I finish my cup of coffee! Congratulations on your new book.

Bruce Barone said...

A beautiful way to see--to live.

Ashling said...

I love this post...from the 'meditation' on the cool marble which is so often thought of as 'dead' to the exquisitely, itricately playful carvings. To Snippets of thyme--Reiki is powerful in part because of its profound simplicity; people may make it complicated, but it truly isn't. Anyone who has used touch to comfort or soothe is halfway there!

SweetRetreat said...

Straw, slate, clay, marble, reiki - so soothing, natural and calming. Life should not be complicated.

Barbara said...

Don't think that the idea of reincarnation sends humans back as dogs. Think it's more of a progression UP the rungs of living creatures. If you've been a very bad person you might be born into a very bad (human) situation, but you won't return as a dog. On the other hand, the dog, over a very long period of time, will eventually make it into human form.

mary said...

I love the marble carvings. There is so much beauty and mystery in this ancient civilization. Thanks for all of your posts and photos, at times I feel as if I were with you all of you on your adventures.

david terry said...

Regarding reincarnation?.....

My grandmother (a very large, very intelligent, very commanding,very educated, and not particularly "sweet" woman, who'd shed herself of all husbands by age 27...back when that just wasn't DONE in our circles) once was dealing with her raucous parrot and told adolescent me "I know...if I smack this parrot as hard as I want to, you'll come back as me, it'll come back as you, and I'll come back as IT....".

I recall telling her (and we never liked each other very much) that would be justice, if of an obviously delayed sort.

Bemusedly,

David "Thanks for the Memories" Terry

www.davidterryart.com

karensandburg said...

i love how your friend feels the soothing energy of the marble and am intriqued that during your short trip you've encountered so many people who express themselves in terms of energy.

your trip is fascinating.

Romantic Dinner Bruges said...

Wow lovely marble carvings. i like that and very nice details in the post. Fantastics its post.....thanks

Henry said...

Very creative it's almost perfect.I love the butterfly.
thanks for sharing ...

William said...

@ david terry

Your comment about your grandmother and your previous comments about how you are from a very old, established southern family reminds me of my very own roots. I haven't thought those things since my days studying at Oxford. Thank you again for the reminder.

As a matter of fact,
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

It may sound a little funny
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home
It may sound a little funny
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh when those cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick you very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

I was over in Arkansas
People ask me what you come here for
In them old cotton fields back home
I was over in Arkansas
People ask me what you come here for
In them old cotton fields back home

Thank you again for your comment and the reminder of my childhood!