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LET US “Imagine the Body as an Archeological Site”

October 2, 2026

As I walk around this sorry world, with most people I see either fat, or sluggish, or both, I am amazed that the human race is still here. Or maybe I should say, amazed that this country is still, despite RFK’s heroic efforts, continuing its long-standing addiction to fast, processed “food.” And of course, lots of other lousy habits “to blame,” as well; for example, the tendency to confine one’s bodily exercise to workouts on machines! Huh? What happened to nature? To our connection with nature? To our own body as an extension of nature?

A good walk in the woods, or on a beach, or even on city streets, will do do wonders for any stuckness.

So. While my right brain (connected to the heart) bathes those I pass by with the love that fills and fuels the universe, my left brain’s perspective is acutely attentive to the silent screams of their bodies.  Help me! Help me! Remember me?

In my essay,

BODY III_ Male, Female & Beyond

 

I address this issue, among others. And yes, here’s what stuck out for me today:

Excerpt:

 

“All experiences are registered in the cells of our bodies. Our bodies are in continuous transformation, responding to the way we process (or do not process) events. Imagine the body as an archeological site. As pottery shards yield clues to the culture of those who made them, so does the current state of one’s body reflect one’s habitual way of interacting with the world. Are we stiff and unyielding? Our bodies will show that. Are we too adaptable, with no boundaries? Our bodies will show that too. Are we confused? Do we walk the world in fear? Do we wish we weren’t here? All these ways of being are reflected in the way our corporeal reality situates itself within time and space — and can be “read” by an acute observer.

Everything that happens to us is coded into memory which, when denied, freezes energy into matter. Denied mental images and ideas condense — into body. As memories come to light (to conscious awareness), our bodies automatically respond: the vibration of matter quickens, releases into energy. And energy, as Blake said, is ‘eternal delight.'”

 

I SUGGEST THAT HUMANITY’S 80-YEAR SUICIDAL FLIRTATION WITH THE EXPLOSIVE POWER OF THE NUCLEAR BOMB IS A DIABOLICAL SUBSTITUTE FOR NATURE’S WAY OF CONVERTING ENERGY TO MATTER AND BACK AGAIN.

How to do this? Simply, increase your “aliveness.” How? Spend time in nature every day! Your body will thank you for it.

This original and longstanding connection, indeed, communion, between the body and nature, has been largely lost for nearly 400 years, as the mind becomes more and more divorced from the body while viewing “it” as simply a machine.

Thanks a lot, Descartes!

 

“ROMANCE,” within a larger perspective

October 2, 2026

Yesterday’s post bothers me. Especially this phrase:

“what strikes me especially, is how each of my “romantic” (I put the word in quotes because what it evokes seems so silly now!) relationships with men was a huge teacher.”

 

What bothers me was the cynical attitude evoked by putting the word “romantic” in quotes, as if it isn’t real. And yes, on some level, romance isn’t real. Rather, it’s a (usually temporary) spell, wherein the would-be life partner is seen and felt within a soft glow. This glow usually dissolves within two years or so (a Mars cycle). Does that make it unreal? No. Where would the human race be without sexual/romantic desire? It wouldn’t be. It would have died off before it even got started.

That soft glow is built into our biology, as a necessity, if the human race is to continue.

These days, of course, in fact ever since chemical birth control (i.e., “the pill”) began to be marketed — in 1960! — this soft glow can be — and usually is! — divorced (and I use this word advisedly) from reproduction. One might add that my generation’s ’60s feminism was inextricably yoked to the possibility of easily observed birth control; control that didn’t depend on either abstinence or the man “pulling out” before ejaculating. Control that was put in the hands of the woman!

Okay.

For me, the spell of “romance” is, possibly, particularly strong, because I have the dreamy, visionary, idealistic planet Neptune in relationship oriented Libra at the Midheaven of my astro chart. In other words, Neptune in Libra is my path.

Complicating my situation: Neptune is also geometrically configured with nearly every other planet in my chart.

 

 

On a generational level, Neptune in Libra (mostly late 1942 through mid-1957) signified “the hippies,” i.e., the peace, love, dope crowd.

Yep. That’s us. Not many left alive at this point.

 

 

I’ve written and published many essays that feature the Neptune in Libra signature. Here’s one of them; it begins with a relevant personal story, the memory of which I still, all these decades later, marvel over. Peace on Earth, in our little corner of earth, neighborhood children in Twin Falls Idaho flowing as one to build a snow castle.

Building the Snow Castle

Excerpt:

These days, I do my best to keep the spirit of Neptune in Libra peace alive within myself. And to move around our troubled world with shining eyes that invisibly envelop and caress “the other”—

no matter who,

no matter when,

no matter where,

always.