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| My writing seat next to the pond |
I’m sitting in my special writing place in the garden in the
sun…well, it is my writing place when the weather allows it to be.
It is our son’s 18th birthday today…although he
is not officially 18 until 5.20pm…oh no, hang on…this is South African time we
are talking about…so he will be 18 at 4.20 this afternoon.
I cannot believe how fast the time has gone. So from this
day forward I am the mother of two grown-ups…we’ve made it!
I was wondering when they were born whether any of us would survive…but we did
and then some :-)
Happy birthday, my beautiful boy.
We took him out to lunch yesterday as part of our
celebrations, as tonight he is going clubbing with his friends for the first
time. He is the second last of the boys to reach 18…one more in a week’s time
and then they will all be grown-ups.
We reminisced quite a bit yesterday about his 18 years with
us…and then he popped the question –
Can I help one of his friends?
Eh?
He says he thinks this friend might be a silent sentinel
like our son is. It seems that he has been suffering with anxiety so bad he has
difficulty leaving the house lately…almost like agrophobia. He said it has come
on suddenly. Anyways I figure I’ve got nothing to lose…the only problem is that
he wants to come to our house to do it as he feels safe here…but doesn’t know
when and if he can make it because each day is different.
So I said we can make
a tentative arrangement.
We’ll see what happens.
I do know one thing – each boy that has spent time in our
house sleeping over has received a great deal of energetic help. I am not
always aware of what. Maybe it is my contribution towards the changes in
masculine energy. We’ve had so many of them staying for days, weeks or months
on end over the years – in fact I am never sure who is sleeping in our son’s room
on most nights. As we have an open house, they simply arrive and crash - we find out who it is when one by one they troop through to say good morning and thank you.
The one stipulation we have is that we don’t feed them, cos then our food bill would be astronomical. Well, mostly we don't feed them...
Hehe...they did, in the beginning...try to sneak some girls in, but hubby roared his thunderous roar and that was the end of that :-)
The one stipulation we have is that we don’t feed them, cos then our food bill would be astronomical. Well, mostly we don't feed them...
Hehe...they did, in the beginning...try to sneak some girls in, but hubby roared his thunderous roar and that was the end of that :-)
Being the kindhearted sentinel that our son is…he takes on loads
to help others. I asked him if he wants help clearing his energy field…but he
said no he is okay, thanks. *shrug* - he's gotta learn his own way.
Hubby has often mentioned that he would like to work with
young people…I think he could do it, but he is super strict…might shock ‘em,
like when he lined all the boys up on one occasion and read them the
riot act!
Actually...on reflection maybe he is working with them.
Actually...on reflection maybe he is working with them.
Hehe…I look over and see that the two cats are staring
in a trance into the bay tree portal. They do make me smile. Cats certainly
know how to meditate, don’t they? Good role models for me :-)
