Aimee Mullins: How my legs give me superpowers

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Comment by Brian Rohr on April 13, 2009 at 11:07pm

Poetry matters...
Whimsy matters...
Who am I to not decide how the world sees me?
Who am I to be a slave to an outdated way of thinking?
Why do these things matter?
As a confirmation saying that too,
I matter and what I hold dear matter and that makes life not just livable,
but deeply meaningful.

Thanks for sharing that!

Comment by Michael Scott Brooks on March 22, 2009 at 4:47pm

That was freak'n awesome! Thanks so much for sharing Tembo.

I missed you at the council yesterday.

Shanti,

Scott

Comment by Tembo Chinook on March 12, 2009 at 9:31pm

Yes, well, she in effect went to "Hephaestus" to have her legs made, and the answer in one sense is that the "Hephaestus" energy replied affirmatively to the request. Who is it that has the poem about "following the lame goat home"? Hephaestus for me is a member of the fire clan, where the definition of "transformation" is interpreted in its own phoenix like fashion.

Comment by Benjamin Dennis on March 12, 2009 at 5:13pm

This video has me wondering what Hephaestus would say?

What I would be interested in is the conversation that might follow such an exhibition of engaging imagination and the challenges we all face in the corporeal world. I don't think it a stretch to say that Myth is intimately tied to the physical world. I do not mean in the sense that what is physical is "real," but rather in the sense that the mystery of the physical world, its limitations, and its incredible complexity, is constant food for the mytho-gestic soul. We "see," "feel," "hear," and "taste" the dialogue between our felt sense and our imagination on so many levels that when presented with the fantastic and the wonderful, we find ourselves drawn in to new worlds and ways of being.

My sense of what this video offers is best exampled by Aimee's story of the children. They are not the least bit upset by the constraints and prejudices of the adult world when they have the opportunity to enter into her world with their own wonder and imagination. After all, doesn't Hephaestus manage his limp with incredible creativity and beauty?

Ben