This last weekend I had the joy and priveledge of going to a creative retreat at solitude in the dargle near Howick. What a soul re-juvenation 🙂
One’s own journey is a precious thing, one’s own creative journey in my opinion even more precious, like precious on steroids 🙂
What I discovered on my very excited to share return was that one’s personal journey is not as relevatory to others as it was to one’s self.
Lesson learnt 🙂
For me it was cathartic, connecting to myself, releasing in a high release way as well as calming, coo-ing almost in the best way possible, rocking in a hammock kind of gentleness, presence and preciousness.
We did all sorts of “arty” things not for creation sake but more for the journey sake and connecting to one’s inner child. The wisdom that was downloaded to each of us was profound, gentle and powerful. Sometimes the simple in life is the key. And happiness is an elusive gift just within our reach.
To my great shock I was accused of being “low class” yesterday. What does that mean buddy?
As far as I am aware it must hark back to the good old colonial british empire days? Like lady “downton abbey” and co looking down their royal blue blood noses at the “help”?
Yes I sound bitter. I am bitter. And I am reeling from a label that jerked the body inside the clothes.
Is this referring to a financial status? a way of behaving – like some bubblegum blowing teenager with a cockney accent? Even that in my opinion is a horrific “classification” of another PERSON.
Is is referring to a “bad” blood line with not enough “royalty” in it ? Or is it simply a person born badly by lineage who also has mannerisms (like farting) that do not FIT into “high” class society?
I am sorry, are we not in 2019? Did I miss a beat? Have women not got the vote largely in the world and even almost allowed to drive in saudia arabia?
Comments like that are what is wrong with society at large. Rather than celebrating “diversity” and “hybrid vigour” one chooses to spit and from such high ground and cause divisiveness.
Low-class : adjective : of low inferior standard, quality or a social class, cambridge dictionary adds -and the least money.
Pity you can’t take ” money” to the grave one day and that true love and joy do remain. The “richness” of being free to treat even a poor person with love and dignity is in my opinion high class. The attitude that one human is better than another is low class and sad really.
Funny how the world is upside for some. Luckily not for all.
Diversity is great and humans have greatness within them. Don’t let the bastards get you down.
Even the Simpsons seem confused 🙂
So we all know we are currently experiencing an epidemic that is about to “tidal wave” africa in terms of diabetes. And we know that world wide despite logarythmic increases over at least the last 10 years there is no stopping the tide. We love food and no exercise too much.
So we also know that the more this happens the less health wealth and happiness for society and the more sick folk get the more it costs the medical aids – so then with tears in my eyes and a brain between my ears why is it that we have a daily fight with funders to do what is right for patients and saves them hugely downstream costs ?????
To me it’s a no-brainer. I dont know.
I have been accused of being a dilly woman and yes I am a woman doctor – that does not bode well to start in the patriachy. And yes my dress sense is a bit quirky. And yes my mouth she speaks way too easily for the patriachy once again. BUT, really all I want is the best for my patients short term, long term, longevity with quality wise which adds up to a societal knock on downstream. So whilst quirky all I am actually fighting for is the greater good ????
The funders and generally brushed with a giant sweep of a brush at large seem to slowly be waking up to the multiple facts staring them down like a gun barrel as this is a very large challenge to them to. How does one solve these dilemmas as still stay top 5 profitable in south africa ??;) 😉 😉 ah em …
Just saying, there are better ways to tackle this tsunami…
I met an amazing academic yet pracitical medical advisor the other day, and my suggestion is that other medical aids follow suite – yes have your acturial scientists who make you the top JSE company when a med aid is supposed to be a med aid not a top achiever, but combine it with some sense so that you can stay there cos right now your tactic aint going to work for you on the long game.
We are all spiritual beings and have intrinsic innate plumb lines.
We all also have unbearable ignorance in us. There is actually much to navigate in this life. And choices present themselves and when they do the choices potentially direct or re-direct the rest of our lives.
So really we actually do have some control over the path.
I guess what I am trying to say is that life is as simple or as complicated as you choose to make it and within us lies a lot of intrinsic value as well as rubbish and we somehow have to sift out the rubbish and learn to trust the truth the internal plumbline that longs to direct our hearts and souls in a direction of fulfilment.
And to this end, we can really only be true to self if we are willing to be honest.
We celebrated world diabetes day this past wednesday and Diabetes in essence, especially type 1 offers and real deal opportunity for a whole family to get honest about a lot. A curse in essence which sometimes turns into a blessing in relation to facing challenges and rising in a dignified way above them.
In daily confronting a disease like diabetes that challenges you to eat healthily and responsibly, inject correctly, pre-empt highs and lows and at the same time fight the chronic disease fatigue.
The irony is if you manage your diabetes well you outlive the rest of the population due to preventing things like heart disease etc. I wish it were so simple with our psyche. Diabetes is a special challenge to the psyche and so many patients battle this daily and win.
Tell someone you have breast cancer at the very least they have sympathy for you. Tell someone you have broken your arm they will say I am so sorry. However let it be : depression, or drug addiction or any mental dis”order” shoo but the judgement, the “look” and the opposite of support.
Like a sausage, by and large every time.
Even amongst colleagues. Even amongst loved ones.
Why? Why such stigma, such judgement, such vile poison?
Are we afraid? Is it fear? Is it selfish?
I don’t know, I only know the reaction is sad.
We are all physical, emotional and spiritual beings who battle multiple fronts on any given day. We all have spots in all of these areas. And yet in the strangest way we are all connected. And deeply so. Believe it or not. Your choice. But the truth is we are.
Think on this today. Perhaps you have such a person in your life. It would mean the world to them to even just be accepted by you.
Peter and John went to pray one day, they met an old man on the way ay ay, silver and gold have I none said he, but such as I have give I unto thee. Rise up and walk.
Yesterday I was privileged to listen to a sermon on this very encounter. The man in the story did not have faith for healing. He had faith for what he had encountered for many years -scraps. Scraps of money, time, affirmation, food.
And yet that day he was healed. Leaping and jumping and praising God.
So much of many of our lives are lived much like this. Hoping for scraps. And really that is not what we were destined for.
There is so much more.
We have a mindset sometimes that we lock into for years and years. And then all of a sudden sometimes the light breaks in. And we can see.
And there is a time of feasting.
Being lame is innate to my name, Claudius – the lame one. Wounded healer.
What an absolute joy and jump to be able to gift healing in the physical sense. And sometimes even the emotional.
But true healing is a much deeper process that requires divinity.
And the amazing thing is that it IS available. And also one does not have to be ok with scraps, now put that in your peace pipe and take a long hard inhale.
Claudius was a very interesting fellow, conquered Britannia – the UK basically. To sojourn from Rome to Britannia in those days was quite a sojourn.
Daily I hear very interesting “lies” about diabetes. I heard a classic last week. Someone’s mom who had had a stroke was told her mom has the kind of diabetes that CAN NOT be controlled. God’s truth!!!
Another common lie is that this is a disease “you do to yourself” i.e. you behave/eat in a certain way and your “punishment” is diabetes. Well I am afraid that is NOT TRUE.
Especially in type 1 diabetes. This scourge has been with us for a long time. However up until the 1920’s there was no “cure” or “treatment” so to speak i.e. you generally died from it. And the consequence being the “genes” or genetic inheritance died with that. Since the 1920 s we have had insulin and now one can live very “normally” yes ~I said normally with type 1 diabetes. Yes it involves checking sugars and injecting insulin but other than that you can eat mostly what you would like to and get on with life as you would like to.
So to the diabetes that can not be cured I say : Lord have mercy. There is so much lack of knowledge especially in public sector about diabetes. That added to the corruption. Ie meters, strips, insulin being sold on the black market meant for the poorest of the poor free as part of a the dismal service being provided is a scourge.
Any form of diabetes can be treated and controlled. Is it easy ? No but is it do-able even for the poorest of the poor. YES!!!
There is so much corruption in this country and it always affects the poor more. Let’s at grass roots level tackle this with the power of words, peace, and the truth. Join us to contribute to both awareness and funds for shap shap doing this very task daily excellently : roarin 20s party 27 oct 2018 …see Facebook drleethegp and shap shap