As babies we are naturally expansive beings, innocent and open to the great mystery of life with wonder and trust. If you have ever looked into the eyes of a young child, you will get this. Sadly, as we grow we slowly lose touch with this oneness and purity and grow into a separate identity called Me… This very competitive society is set up to reinforce this separate me as we are slowly trained to become little human doings with a constant need to validate our special separateness.
Mosquitoes are pesky and annoying at the best of times but they can also carry nasty guests. My son recently contracted Ross River Virus which is carried by mosquitoes. The female mosquito gets it from feeding on animals like wallabies and kangaroos and passes it on to humans. It causes nasty flu-like symptoms with swollen lymph nodes and painful swelling of the joints. It can leave you very depleted if not dealt with properly. So take care of your diet and seek advise if you contract it. It seems crazy that some people (like myself) don’t seem to get bitten much at all. In fact the mozzies seem to avoid me and feast of my friends, poor darlings.
So what’s my secret?
This question began as a joke to get the attention of our teenage son. Hubby Terry Oldfield used to call out toward his room, Is there anybody out there? A composer and tunesmith, Terry soon put it to music and it grew into this present day catchy single “REACH OUT” featuring Spanish guitarist and composer Carlos Garo. This modern technology addiction epidemic gives us plenty to think about. Yin and Yang, Good and Bad exists in all things but a question that begs contemplation is; “Are we in Danger of Losing Touch with Human Connection?” Business largely runs online now with much of the communication being through recorded messages, robots or clicks… often stuck on hold, (grrrr!) waiting for a real person. We can in fact get through the day easily without speaking to a real human. Have we become Human Doings instead of Human Beings? And where does mindfulness fit in?
Dying with Dignity also known as Euthanasia (a less appealing term) is something we only think about when we are personally touched by the suffering of a loved one. I had never thought too much about it until recently. It has been a big year already for me. After Terry’s health challenges from November to January we were just getting our balance back when my mother who had been living with cancer, became gravely ill, her suffering extending for weeks as she waited impatiently to die.
She was so brave facing her failing body with a clear mind till the last breath. Cancer can be a very cruel disease and watching her deterioration really made me think a lot about the lack of choice in Australia to ‘die with Dignity’. ‘Dying with dignity’ as a personal choice has a growing following, largely brought into the Australian public eye by Andrew Denton. Dying with Dignity, also know by a less kind word Euthanasia is the offering of a personal choice around one’s dying to avoid unnecessary pain and suffering. There are staunch believers in both sides of this debate but I wonder if should it come down to the very personal choice of the person who is dying?
My mother was ready to die, and she expressed this to us, her family and her carers many times. An animal lover herself, she would say, “I would not let an animal suffer like this. Take me to the vet, I am ready to go.”