Gulp.....

I've just watched my newly qualified, newly insured Son go off driving in his car for the first time.............

It was ok while he was pretending at driving, with his trusty instructor beside him. But this means I shall spend most evenings for the next few weeks, in a suppressed panic until he walks back in the door, all safe and sound.

It'll pass, as all the feelings associated with his new and dangerous experiences have, but in the meantime I'd like to ask that if God reads blogs, would He be good enough just to keep an eye out.......?

Much obliged.

Fairy nuff

Someone said a most unusual and oddly lifting thing to me today.

I work with a very calm, very level woman who just so happens to be a member of a spiritual church.
Now I mention her calm, level nature first, because I cannot stress enough just how unkooky this lovely lady is.
She has been a manager within top organisations. She has run businesses in her own right. She tackles everything with a logical, methodical mind. And above all, nothing fazes her.

I have no definite beliefs, no God that I know is there, no sure sense that there is a puropse or a meaning to my life from a spiritual point of view.
I look for evidence, facts, logic, and yet like most people I guess I still live in hope of a spiritual meaning to it all. I suspect this is the truth for many, many people.

Anyway, back to my story........

She started by asking me if I have a love of fairies..............I have to say at this point, she had a look on her face that I took as not being sure if it was the right thing to do, like she thought I might think her as mad as a brush. It really is not her usual approach in any area of how we work together, be it business discussions or personal chats, and I could see she was somewhat apprehensive. She owes me nothing, and yet I felt a leap of faith.

I replied that I am indeed often drawn to pictures of fairies and the like (because they are usually delicate and intricate and beautifully illustrated, often with nature as a backdrop) but that I had no sense of belief in them or their ilk.

"Why?", I asked.

" Because do you know what I see when I look at you Katey?", she asked.

" I see little fairy type things, little lights dancing around above your head. They're there all the time. And you know, they love being with you. It's like they're feeding off your.................energy, your aura....... They're your little guides."

Coming from the person who said this, I find myself not wishing to dismiss her, despite the fact that my logic wants to do exactly that.
This is all completely aside from the fact that I cannot believe that something so charming and lovely in it's concept could be attributed to me.
I am so lifted by the fact that even if this is something in her own mind, she would offer such a description of what she sees when she looks at me. It has really touched me and I keep casting my eyes just above my head and having a little smile to myself.

I cannot help but get something lovely from it.

I'm always looking for the tangible and it is odd that I should feel this is something I will bear in mind as I go about my daily business.

I'll hold no grand stock in it, but I'll remind myself in times of ocassional personal crisis and frequent self doubt, that there is someone who sees something different.

Nice.

Eighteen

It's my darling Son's 18th birthday today.

He's all set for a jolly with his mate in Amsterdam, but this is him before thoughts of debauchery and sin were uppermost in his mind........when a day at the zoo and a burger were all that was needed to raise a smile........oh how the years change a man!





I love this photo for many reasons, not least the fact that it shows his crazy cowslick before his head was big enough to accomodate it, and it also just about shows his double tooth (front right as you look at the photo)
It was most unusual, in that it was completely one and the same tooth as what should have been the small tooth next to it. It just had a small line going up it that marked it out as being two teeth. The dentist loved it, as he'd only ever seen it on his own young son.
When it/they fell out, the adult teeth came through individually and so the special tooth was no more.

The cowslick still remains, and the barber can now manage it more effectively, and the boy himself is still the same sweet natured soul he always was.

Do I love him? Yeah, just alot.

My Sissy

I was somewhat surprised to be part of a chat with Gav (on his rather marvellous message board) when I happened to mention my sister, and he expressed surprise that I had one!

I'm certain that I have made mention of one of my dearest people in all the world, before the telling of the 'mourning of the hamsters' tale.

But anyhow, I'm doing it now, by way of small tribute to my darling sister Sam.

She is a truly wonderful woman, who has built an ever growing family on excellent disciplines and open hearts.

I love her very much.

More importantly, I like her immensely.

She is funny and honest, kind and helpful above and beyond the call of duty, with a creative, lateral mind, that I can only wonder at.

I also have 2 brothers, one of which, I mentioned in my first or second blog entry (what goes on with him now is a whole other blog entry in itself! It involves my gorgeous ex-neighbour from last years Christams offerings......)
My other brother has yet to get a mention, but I shall pay homage to them both as I go.

Anyway, I think it's important that these things get a mention for the records, and in my sister's case, I shall close in wishing her health, wealth, and continued happiness, and sending up prayers that no other pet induced grief shall ever again darken her door.

Job done.

I am just about as pleased as I can be today.

The Boy passed his driving test this afternoon and I am thrilled!

I can see his whole life taking a much more exciting turn now, and while all of this is a huge indicator that it truly is time to let go, I couldn't be more happy for him.

He really is a lovely young man, and I swell with the only real pride I have ever known, every time he makes a new mark on the world.

Some bugger stole his moped just before Christmas, so he has been somewhat stuck at home for the last 3 weeks. We really are a bit isolated where we are, and with the outrageous cost of insurance for 17 year olds, he is waiting until he turns 18 next week, before we get the car insured. This all means that he has a car and a driving license, but still can't go anywhere! I cannot pretend I would have been so patient at his age, and possibly not even at my age!

Anyway, I am going to break my resolve not to drink alcohol on school nights, and drink a toast to his success.

I think we all agree, it'd be rude not to.

Cheers!