Friday, December 10, 2010

Elephanta Island

Insolent monkey!
  
Stole that chili corn cob right out of Grace's hand

   as we climbed the stone teps of Elephanta Island
         lined by the trinkets of India
            ("Very good price, madam")
   On our way to see Shiva

Oh great god,
     who dances the world into being
             who has dreads and smokes a chillum
                     who is worshipped as a stone-cold phallus
This journey has not been easy

Why I gotta fall in love with the Destroyer?

Musings on Leaving Home

The literature on the hero's journey- the journey of transformation that one must take to be the star of one's own life- agrees on four main phases:  leaving home, ordeals, transformation, and the return.  I believe there is another, unacknowledged  part of this process that begins before and during leaving home.  I call it the "Oh, shit, what am I doing" phase.  For me, this part of my journey took the form of thoughts such as:

*Maybe I made a huge mistake by not going to Mexico and learning Spanish instead.  That would have been way better for my career.
*That new Johnny Depp movie looked good, and I bet they won't have memory foam at the guest houses in India.
*If I stayed at home, I could have more time enjoy the jeggings trend.

As difficult as it may be, I believe the task of the "oh, shit" phase is to see it for what it really is, the last ditch effort of the ego to not have to die.  For the only real certainty on the hero's journey is that when the hero returns, if she returns at all, she will be a new person.  Hopefully a more inspired, integrated, whole person and all that, but certainly a person who will need to reacquaint herself with her world.  And that is a very scary thing.