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Wednesday, 18 September 2013

You say risky, I say risque...

While enjoying breakfast this morning, my love and I briefly discuss the impending birth of our baby. With only 35 days to go - this shit is getting real, real fast.

I like to keep him informed about how I'm preparing myself mentally and physically and afford him the opportunity to ask questions and feel like he's in the game as opposed to on the bench. He always listens attentively and imparts his dose of wisdom, support and encouragement accordingly. What can I tell you - I've got me a good egg.

Now my lover-love is likes to make up his own lyrics to songs and muddles up sayings (that crazy cat!) and I often find myself giggling wildly before kindly sharing the actual words or lyrics to which he usually smiles and says "I like the way I sing/say it better". Fair enough.

Thing is today's little pearler of muddled up madness was a beauty and left me thinking about it long after we'd left the breakfast table.

After listening to my comments about the birth process and my reminder that I'm keen to do this with as little medical intervention as possible, do my utmost to stay active during the birth, go easy on any drugs and deliver the baby from my Yoni (or rather - my "Jay-Jay", my "Pooni" or for fans of Role Models - my "Whispering Eye"), he comes out with this.

HIM: "Well, I hear what you're saying about medical intervention and I respect that however it's good to know it's available to us if we need it (and here comes the pearler), but honey you need to remember that childbirth is climbing Mt Everest - it's very risqué."

ME: "Oh, my! (Big grin) Who knew climbing the Earth's highest mountain could be so raunchy! Do you mean risky?"

HIM: "Oh yeah, risky. But it's ok because we're going to get through it just fine."

I told you, good egg. Wacky, AND good.

Thing is, long after it was over I found myself thinking more about our conversation. Yes, childbirth is a risky business (cue music here and think Tom Cruise in his whities and Ray Bans sliding across those wooden floorboards - sorry, couldn't resist) but we're fortunate to have plenty of support should it be required.

Equally childbirth can be risqué business in that it's described by many as to it's very definition in being daringly close to indelicacy or impropriety and containing material that includes nudity, near nudity and if you've ever stumbled across the documentary "Orgasmic Birth" (get over to You Tube and check out the trailer if you're curious - yah, I know you're curious), sensual and sexual acts. 

So it seems my wacky egg had a point after all. I figure he's absolutely right in that there's more than one way to skin a cat depending on your willingness to look at things from a different perspective and although he'd be inclined to say something about the hair on the cat sticking to our mat, between you and me - that's just the way I like it.

Loving you, loving me...TLT x

Friday, 6 September 2013

Roll up, roll up! The circus is in town...

Get your popcorn and take a seat, it's federal election time in Australia!

This weekend, we have the democratic freedom (a valuable privilege) and obligation to have our say in who wins the race to take government and lead our people to (ideally) lofty new heights.

During the campaign activity, I've paid attention to the voice of the politicians, the media and the greater population, finding it to be a source of interest and at times, bewilderment. To me it appears the recurring theme from the masses is simple - a vast majority have taken to the podium and are shouting "What's in it for me?!?"

Political agendas aside, it's got me thinking about the complexities of humanity. Our values, choices, the importance (or lack thereof) of popularity, vision, greed, suffering, giving and receiving - has "What's in it for me?" become the natural or preferred state of human condition? Is having our every desire met without taking a holistic view at the world and the people around us what we expect and worse still (in my view), really what drives us?

Call me crazy (you wouldn't be the first), but I'm proposing we focus a little less on "me" and a little more on "we" in order to restore some fundamental human privileges and freedoms like love and care for self and others, helping others in need and serving a protecting.

I'm absolutely certain we'll reap outstanding rewards on an individual and societal level when we bring the focus back to ourselves (I'm talking compassion and kindness rather than the "What's in it for me" mentality) and one another thus allowing room to develop vision and hope for a brighter future.

It's ok if you don't, but I hope you agree and join me in taking a moment to think about how you might incorporate my proposal into your every day. If you do, I'd love to hear about your experience over on Facebook or in the comments below.

On that note, I'll refer to (and slightly amend) a passage from old mate Abe Lincoln's Gettysburg Address, and hope that this cosmos and the people within it shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government (political, moral, spiritual and otherwise), and true democracy of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Right on my brother, right on.

Loving you, loving me...TLT x