The names of the people we love are like beads on a Rosary, well-worn worry stones oft-fondled for comfort and reassurance. See also, The human GPS network: navigating our lives and, 5.2 through 5.5
Just a thought. 9.
Lurking somewhere in the back of our adult brains is every mother’s admonition If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you? Don’t blindly follow your friends. Sometimes this warning is made explicit. When I went to university in my 40s, my seventy-five-year-old Dad worried that I would cease to think for myself. And so he gave…
A lullaby
Sleep my baby, at my breast,‘Tis a mother’s arms round you.Make yourself a snug, warm nest.Feel my love forever new.Harm will not meet you in sleep,Hurt will always pass you by.Child beloved, always you’ll keep,In sleep gentle, mother’s breast nigh.Sleep in peace tonight, sleep,O sleep gently, what a sight.* *Suo Gan, a traditional Welsh lullaby.…
