Helium and Resilience

It is probably not concerned with gender, but its symbol is He. Its atomic number is 2 and it can make your voice funny. A quick look at Wikipedia, and we find that “Helium is a chemical element with symbol He and atomic number 2. It is a colorless, odorless, tasteless, non-toxic, inert, monatomic gas that heads the noble gas group in the periodic table” (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helium).
Colorless and odorless…Apparently, and as lucidly narrated by Hugh Aldersey-Williams in his engaging book: Periodic Tales (New York: Harper Collins, 2011), “irreverent scientists” from the nineteenth-century dismissed “unknown concoctions” at the time with a “that’s helium” remark, while “spectroscopists doubted whether helium really existed” (192).

Well, helium does exist and it moves in mysterious ways!
My most recent encounter with it was because of a “Thinking of You” balloon that I bought back on November 14, 2013 for my boyfriend who was then at the hospital. I thought the helium-filled balloon would be in prime condition for about 3-4 days, which was a nice period of smiley-sunshiny brightness for someone’s recovery.
He (in this case, Kevin) was back home on the 16th. The balloon was in prime condition. I went to Puerto Rico from the 20th to the 26th. I came back. The balloon was high up, “Thinking of You.” Thanksgiving came, and I was impressed with it for exceeding my expectations.
Actually, it held its own pretty well for the first four weeks. Actually it was still proudly in place for the next four. Indeed, never underestimate the power of helium!
After week nine, we freed the balloon from the ribbon that kept it firmly tied in place. It’s been roaming the apartment freely ever since. I am truly amazed by the resilience of this funny balloon. (See Heliumette Balloon below, born on 11/14/2013 in Whitefish Bay, WI; age 9 1/2 weeks at the time of this posting.)

balloon
Sometimes it makes its way into the shower, peeking from the other side of the curtain. Sometime it settles for a bit by the computer as if trying the read the screen. Inert? Not so much…
Who knew tracking this nearly 10-week old helium-filled treat would be so endearing?!

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Epiphany of the Body

24479_369725644354_6304096_nIt was a lucid dream that revealed a magical reality.
I heard her confess how much she disliked it. After years of flaunting the opposite. This time, she felt the need to say it as she felt it: she hated her body and her un-made-up looks.
I could not understand her feelings, even if I appreciated the honesty.
And that’s where the reality of my feelings intersected the sequence of the dream.
I have never despised my body. I have never wanted to look like a model. I just like the body I inhabit and I like it for what it is and what it allows me to do.
I have said that before in waking time, but this time, the dream enabled me to expand. Not only could I not relate to the hating-your-body stuff, but above all, I hit yet another epiphany: this is the body that allows me to love and be intimate!
Awake, I know that the fake goals of bodily perfection are lurking everywhere to make women (and men) feel inadequate, not good enough, and in need of fixing something which is not broken–as Eve Ensler would say.
But there’s the other moment of lucidity: those are others’ fears and projections.
Each one of us lives in our own body. Gotta love it!