“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” ― Robert Frost
My privileges and joys are many. In the grand scheme of things, I am grateful for them all. But, in the immediacy of challenges, I’m interested in proactive approaches to solving, dealing, and perhaps even relishing in the unknown. I admittedly do not know what this blog will eventually be shaped into, but for now, it is here to hold my reflections on life as a 25-year-old in ongoing states of transformation.
Dolphin-assisted birth is a thing (and probably my most favorite thing, if I’m going to be completely honest).
Look it up. Take it in. Ponder the future deliveries in your life and how you may or may not have to jump in on this trend before it takes off. Select the pod of dolphins with whom you feel metaphysically connected. Get on the waiting list early (I hear its about as tough to snag a spot as it is to weasel your 5-year-old into uppity NYC kindergarten).
The process of dolphin-assisted birth itself could be construed as pre-emptive endangerment of your child, but if you skim over that little detail, there are some fun advantages:
1. This is a two-in-one scenario, really. Not only do you have a water birth, which is apparently a steller experience, but you simultaneously get to introduce your infant to species diversity from day one. Can you imagine what a world this would be, had Michael Vick been welcomed with open fins and dolphin cackles?
2. Dolphins embraced alternative lifestyles long before our contemporary debates on homosexuality. So, not only will your child’s first earthly encounter be the face of an aquatic creature, it very well may be the face of a gay aquatic creature, immediately normalizing same-sex attraction in the eyes of your tiny tot. Props to you for essentially abolishing the possibility that your kid will, 50 years down the line, turn into Pat Robertson.
3. You have the opportunity for some prime disney reenactments right here. Watch this video:
Posted on June 4, 2013
A cross between a bucket list and post-secret, this tumblr is my new favorite thing on the internet. An offshoot of Lean In, “What Would You Do If You Weren’t Afraid?” is full of heart & honesty, and resonates strongly for me as a young female professional. Go check it out and submit your own! Then, go conquer those fears, girl.
[Terry: OK, first of all, having been at least in the room during a birth, I think that a dolphin would have been a distraction from all the screaming and cursing going on and very possibly have resulted in permanent psychological damage to the dolphin. Also, when I watched the video that came with the Dolphin-Assisted Birth story, I naturally though it was a video of a birth. Now, with that in mind, go back and watch that video.
Now, THAT’S what I call a delivery! ]
- Say What?! Parents-to-Be Planning a Dolphin-Assisted Birth in Hawaii (thebump.com)
- NC couple planning for dolphin-assisted baby delivery (myfox8.com)
Named after the Hawaiian word for “spewing,” the mythical home of the volcanic goddess Pele rises 4,190 feet from the southeastern part of the Big Island. One of the world’s most active and perilous volcanoes, Kilauea has been erupting for more than three decades, fitfully coughing basaltic lava into the Pacific Ocean below. You can easily spot the billowing plumes of scorching gas in the daytime. But if you can, visit after sunset, when the lava flows glow more visibly, creating a beautifully infernal light show.