M i meant recent trip to Venezuela, as almost all trips are a turning point in many ways that comment then, but mostly I faced a reality that I has taken all this time finish to analyze and understand. I saw reality has nothing to do with the reality of speaking the headlines, or commonplace that we have held that is to complain about everything. On the contrary, nothing more happy for me to land at Maiquetia and wonder with so much greenery, with the rain that comes over and gives the feeling that if we fail to prune the bushes and cut the bush for 6 months, Avila swallow us and the city would disappear. I love to climb from La Guaira and look in the mirror the ocean and know that in a while (depending on the tail) will be in Caracas and in spite of much concrete and chaos'll just have to turn the eyes, no matter if I'm in Qta Crespo in the coffee plantation in Trinidad or in the Urbina, Avila vigilant always there to remind me that I am at home, in the place I belong.
Of course this time about my blog on all sides, but the highlight was the interview with my dear Luis Chataing, thanks to her many of you have written. Although I tried to give a very general view in the short time of the interview and not delve into details of that morning, surrounded by three men who looked at me like crazy, I tried to give my views on a way to live which we are moving more and more. I was surprised then to leave the interview as a friend who heard the interview he said: "So cute! As you've created a world of pink for abstraerte reality. " Immediately came to my mind am feeling birth contractions getting stronger anesthesia or never asking for a soothing, remembered as falling asleep between contractions during the night exhausted. I was forced to breastfeed Theo crying and cursing the pain and I reviewed the last 15 months of my life where every night I wake up every two hours without bothering to rock to sleep, to change or simply lull Theo who refuses to sleep fluently. After reviewing all this I am still trying to find What was it that seemed easy pink or my colleague that made him think that I abstracted from reality when I'm exactly the opposite?
Living reality, face it, experience it with all my being, awake, alert, trying to catch in my mind every moment of my life, you do not feel that I spent his life without living. Trying to seize every minute with Theo, their laughter, their cries, their fears. Try to be aware of my life as long as possible, what scares me, what I love and I'm excited, try to challenge myself and everything around me, asking me questions and not wake up one day and see my son and a strange feeling that life was me ... that's my goal.
I think we're very confused. We have repeated both the message and see it as a reality, as the only actually possible.
T heo born at the beginning of week 41. C-sections will always scheduled for the week 37 or 38. I remember how my last check was 40 weeks and the nurse told me: "If you want
can induce labor because it is time." I, like any other mother was anxious and afraid. I must confess I was tempted to take me by the hand like a little girl and tell me what to do, what time and how. I anesthetized, they decide everything for me and out of it and at once, give me my little boy to see it fast. Luckily I do not believe in pelvimetry and never did it to me because, no big heads, there are very large heads and then Theo is the head of which was the biggest head you received my midwife. Luckily I did not echo the previous days because they had seen Theo weighed over 4 kg, came with the cord in the neck and crown as well not all but the face babies. Only one of these reasons in Venezuela would have made me very fast and I caesarean section would have scared me to hear all that and had let me do. I trusted that nature is wise and trusted in my heart felt calm knowing that everything would be perfect. do not particularly see anything in pink or child to the fact to take charge and responsibility
"my" life, "my" happiness and pay the price and the scars of being an adult. Do not let anyone intervene in "my" decision to have Theo house, protected by the beings who love, encouraged by all the generations of courageous women who gave birth in the same way for centuries. Why are we so afraid to acknowledge that we are capable of anything, which is incredibly strong and perfectly capable of creating the miracle of a new being? What women mammalian how nature has given us the privilege of motherhood through which we can transform ourselves into beasts terrible or soften up the tears? Why do we want to cut off the power? Why not trust our instincts, our intuition, wise and perfect our nature? Because it is easier to be afraid, it is easier than another in charge and tell us to do, how to dress, how to eat, to hate and whom to love. The good and bad. And so we live and
become accomplices and that blindness leads to harm the purest thing we have: our children. Who has done a course in Renaissance know the damage we do to get us out early from the womb, we know that this procedure produces injury and illness for life because it allows the child to be immunized with the bacteria from mother to travez the canal and bring children with allergies and unnecessarily weak. Everyone knows that the birth is the first major victory is recorded in the subconscious by creating a mood of fighters and not disconnected and unwilling beings. It is known that the narrow head of the baby during delivery is a massage for the brain active intelligence. Everyone knows that the euphoria and adrenaline of delivery is capable of acting as an analgesic to pain and that all procedures that make the newborn baby away from his mother are an unnecessary trauma and postponed. The world is walking in two different directions: a terrible and self-destructive acts could own a horror movie: viruses are released to sell more vaccines, they kill innocent people and destroy cities for energy, are kidnapped, sold and killing children for their organs, are subjected to intelligent animals suffering Lifetime feeders connected to machines that will produce pain and disease killed millions of species in the sea poisoned by our greed ... this is our world and we are all complicit because we do not question anything.
There is another path, that of refusing to accept everything we say, that of a world where so many advances in favor of saving and help when needed. A road where we start to live life and not where we live life to us. A way where we hear and do our best to understand the message, a path no matter where I sleep enough to write these lines from the bottom of my soul and try to touch the hearts of some of you, of which will have taken the time and love to get to the end ... Thanks.
