Now how can that be? Nothing changed. I absolutely had to get ready for bed and crawl in and burrow down and was too exhausted to keep my eyes open for long enough to read more than a few pages and I fell asleep. I woke up to find it lingering today.
I am so tired of this.
The world continues to turn, chunks of star and planets hurtle themselves through the cosmos. Do you think that perhaps part of our genetic make-up comes from a world so far away which is entirely water and that is why every culture has the myth of mermaids? I do not see why not. We are stardust, they say, and we are monkeys and mermaids, we are apes and we are aliens. Our bodies are so finely tuned and work mostly well but where do hives come from and where does mental illness come from and where do dreams of mermaids come from and why do our spines give us such fits when we have evolved on this planet where the gravity is what it is and always been for so much longer than we've been around? And why does every culture not only have myths of mermaids but ways of changing consciousness whether through the ingestion of substances or of meditation or dance or drumming or art?
The newspaper reports today that things at our local hospital are changing. The new policy on L&D is to encourage all women to breastfeed! In order to support this they are going to be making sure, if possible, that all babies get laid skin-to-skin on their mothers' chests immediately after birth, rooming-in will be encouraged and babies will not be given anything by mouth except for breast milk unless medically needed. On-demand feeding will be encouraged.
Oh my. Really?
It was because some of us mothers wanted these very things and were denied them in a hospital setting almost forty years ago that we decided to just skip the whole hospital thing and have our babies at home. Imagine!
Of course I am thrilled that finally things are changing but must they act as if they themselves (the medical professionals?) had invented these ideas and are being so very forward-thinking by implementing them as policy?
Sometimes I get so angry. Sometimes I have no hope for the human race at all. Sometimes I think we are nothing more than a not-very-successful genetic experiment between apes and aliens. Seriously. I do. And that the aliens have been and are observing us for lo these many years, tweaking here, perhaps, or maybe not at all, just letting the experiment run its course and when we have managed to annihilate our planet they will simply take their final notes and shrug and move on to the ten billionth other planet where they have similar experiments going on. This makes as much sense as anything to me. It explains so much, up to and including pyramids and religions and Ann Coulter as well as the woman Mr. Moon and I saw in Cozumel who was, without a doubt, at least half alien, her face a stunning match for all of those descriptions of the Grays, her body clothed in the uniform of the park guards at San Gervasio, the ruins in Cozumel.
And we were not drunk or stoned, just tourists who were buying our tickets one morning to explore Las Ruinas.
As I have said at least a thousand times, I do not know shit. You can take that to the bank.
I believe I am in desperate need of some of this:
And some of these.
And yes, even this.
I feel as if I just self-medicated.
Sunday. Where we need all the help we can get from wherever we may find it.