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Diabetes still on the rise
Whilst the world (rightly so) is horrified at the current state of zuma/zupta/corruption in south africa to the absolutely insane attacks in the UK but ALSO the ongoing terrible and unacceptable carnage in syria, iraq, afghanistan (this list is way longer and way worse than most of what the “west” has seen).
I would like to bring all of your attention to something that is “silently” killing way more people. Diabetes. Don’t believe me – look at the horrendous stats. They do speak for themselves. In both the west as well as the east as well as the poorest of the poor.
Diabetes is a scurge that is on the surge. And with no even small little sign of stopping.
What is type 2 ? A disease of wealth but also of abnormal eating. There is no reason to get type 2 diabetes unless you have actually “abused” your body OR if you have had cancer or a tumour of your pancreas.
It is a disease of too much sugar into the body. Too many simple carbs stuffed into a single body and the pancreas says ok well enough is enough and all of a sudden once you have lost 50% of them pancreas cells you find yourself diabetic.
Type 1 however is a different story. This is a case of severely unfair dishing out of disease. Mostly children and young adults who out of the blue have total pancreas failure. And become dependant (i.e. you die without it) on insulin.
Type 1 is NOT avoidable by anything you do or do not do.
Type 1’s rely on insulin, without it they die.
Diabetes is killing and causing loss of quality of life for many many people.
Educate yourself and be aware of what you say. Prevent yourself from getting type 2 and help others understand the difference.
The blooming of a womb
I am privileged to watch womb’s bloom. From a tiny teeny little bud of a being to filling up the whole womb with no space to move. From a dot of a heart beat with unfolded heart to a racing raging beating beast of a heart from which the life force flows.
It is a miracle before my eyes and plays out in different ways each time. The fusion of an egg and a sperm that happens so easily sometimes and with so much pain and difficulty at other times.
Life unfolds literally. It starts as and egg and a sperm which merge and then divide and divide and divide until the trophoblast bursts forth a little heart (unfolded) which then takes up the fold. The embryo tucked into itself almost like a little sea horse which then spirals in on itself to further divide and subdivide until by 12 weeks all the organs are formed. Poetry in motion. A privilege to witness. An 8mm miracle at 7 weeks that grows steadily and miraculously until the birth thereof.
Life, the life force, the presence or absence of a new life. It is a strange beautiful mystery of a miracle and it gets me every time.
and the banana republic just rolls on
No power again today in hilton, fun. A bunch of girls really not great at starting a generator so we had to get a local hero from build it to help us. But seriously? What is it that we accept this? Along with the public protectors snazzy move, along with JZ’s continued shenanigans, along with well the list is endless. WE all just carry on.
The state of our nation’s health department is horrendous. Seriously it seems to me it can’t get worse but in all likelihood it will.
and we roll
Seriously we need to catch a wake up. No-one is looking after your interests despite the bill you pay to SARS. No-one. Get solar, get gas, find another way. If you mean to stay. Make it work without complaining. The writing is on the wall.
Musings on a thursday
tip toe
one step two step
whisper words of quiet in the still of night
hide and seek
interest piqued?
kaleidoscope of hope
even the pope
life spills over sometimes
cracks filled, healed
take flight
On joy and laughter
Sometimes your joy just literally disappears out of site and mind. It’s generally called depression and recognising it can be super difficult especially recognising it in yourself. More and more common these days and surely not surprising as we just demand way too much of ourselves.
Classically having a baby first time around is an adjustment and requires some great mind shifting and postnatal depression is also way more common due to similar reasons. Moms having to go back to work and the pressure of the right off the back after delivering a baby.
Wind back a few 100 years ago (or even 50) confinement (pregnancy) confined you to your home to nest, rest and get ready. That’s actually what you need in the horrid state called pregnancy.
Then you would stay in hospital with loving nurses for around 10 days. Then you would come home and have endless help – so that you could sleep and catch up.
These days most moms work until delivery day. Get home and have to keep it all going and then rush back to work around 4 months or even sooner.
Its a wonder we are not all in the luny bin.
How the heck is one supposed to be super mom AND sane?
And is it any wonder joy and laughter leave us and a gloomy dog takes up residence in our mind and homes?
Think on this today – as a society we are voluntarily intoxicating our very society.
The wounded healer
For Jung, “a good half of every treatment that probes at all deeply consists in the doctor’s examining himself… it is his own hurt that gives a measure of his power to heal. This, and nothing else, is the meaning of the Greek myth of the wounded physician.
I have just read a great article about depression and doctors and how poorly it is managed amongst doctors. But the concept of a wounded healer has always fascinated me. As has healing. As have healers.
I am intrigued that is takes wounding to heal. And yet I guess in a karma kind of way it makes sense.
Indeed intriguing that there is power to heal. Frightening on some level.
History also confounds me and implores me to explore it. Ancient texts and characters of the past beckon to me to learn from them. Long before modern medicine existed healing existed. Long before the dawn of todays many western ideas ancient cultures treated dis ease successfully. We are here after all and did not die out as a species.
I respect deeply the ancients. I respect suffering and wounding. In a sense it is a teacher.
Grappling with self, wrestling with self is possibly also a part of this?
Wounded. In a process of healing.
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