eight babies

Hate to bring this overdone topic into the hallowed halls of Blogspot...but the mother of those octuplets is one thing..the babies are another. The Babies are here so time to put away yea or nay comments on whether it was smart or not or good or not and focus on those wee little ones. Tender little hearts borne into a world that wants to fillet their mum, how wonderful for them. I wish her success and that many many people help her and the kids to thrive. One of these babies may cure cancer someday. Welcome little ones, the world is more beautiful than you know just yet. You'll see.

through the door

WE are all frozen light. Better still, our bodies are frozen light and we've hooked our spirits into the earth plane . Five months in utero I decided that I had better hook strong into the earth dimension and so I did. I got used to the confinement of my mothers' womb by sleeping until birthday...it was a frightening experience. When they brought me back to compress against that familiar warmth and heart beat I settled down. Everything was so bright for my eyes. I seemed shocked into forgetfulness to my life prior to this. Oh I remembered some but everyday something left to be filled in by a new experience. Faces faded from me....words...I couldn't even find the words to say to express my needs....so pure emotive noises would have to suffice until I learned these words again. I felt a homesickness that I couldn't explain...and that homesickness still bumps up against me to this very day.