In a field in the middle of Ireland I built a fire at the behest of my co-teacher Rita. She asked, “would you take some of the men and build a fire for our ceremony tonight?”
There were about 100 oak pallets in a pile at the corner of this field and we must of put at least 25 in a big stack and lit them. Needless to say the flame from that “ceremonial” fire could be seen from outer space. You couldn’t stand closer than 30 feet from it without feeling scorched. THAT was a fire. Go big I say.
So flash back two weeks earlier when Meghan came home from Teotihuacan Mexico after spending five days at the pyramids leading a women’s group. As soon as she got into my truck at the airport she announced “I want to have a baby”. That’s my girl! Once she locks and loads it’s a done deal.
So here we are two weeks after her pronouncement post fire ceremony and after all the students have wandered off to dreamland Megs and I set about making that baby. I will spare you the racy details but suffice to say we scored on an empty net that September night.
And nine months later Bodhi Quinn Gilroy popped out at home born at 5:10pm on 5.10.2007. We should have known what all that intent and lovin’ would have created at some shamanic retreat center in the middle of Ireland (of all places) in the wee hours of the night with a bon fire that acted like a beacon for Bodhi to find his way into his mama’s womb.
So, would it be of any surprise if this kid three and a half years later would push every button and tweak every control issue his mama and papa have? Why in the world would that be a mystery? I mean for god’s sake we created this creature…two strong willed, intense human beings who have above average awareness and are sure “they are creating their dream” from a place of intent. Well guess what?
WE DID! And we are learning about all the places inside us that still get hooked and played by this little shaman. It’s as if he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing…
So tonight I saw how incredibly precious this time with Bodhi is. How fast it will pass, how eventually he will get domesticated and how eventually he will create his own stone by which to sharpen himself against.
After dinner deciding my agenda of what I wanted to do this night could wait, I sat on the floor and really played with Bo. He was thrilled. I was thrilled. We played for a bit and then I said we would be cleaning up soon and head to bed to read some stories. He was totally cooperative and I was totally lacking the usual attempts to control him.
He willingly went upstairs, brushed his teeth, assisted in the pajama routine, picked out his books, snuggled as we read, and feel asleep with one hand on my heart.
As if to say, “Papa it’s all ok”. My little guru.
Thank you. I love you.
There were about 100 oak pallets in a pile at the corner of this field and we must of put at least 25 in a big stack and lit them. Needless to say the flame from that “ceremonial” fire could be seen from outer space. You couldn’t stand closer than 30 feet from it without feeling scorched. THAT was a fire. Go big I say.
So flash back two weeks earlier when Meghan came home from Teotihuacan Mexico after spending five days at the pyramids leading a women’s group. As soon as she got into my truck at the airport she announced “I want to have a baby”. That’s my girl! Once she locks and loads it’s a done deal.
So here we are two weeks after her pronouncement post fire ceremony and after all the students have wandered off to dreamland Megs and I set about making that baby. I will spare you the racy details but suffice to say we scored on an empty net that September night.
And nine months later Bodhi Quinn Gilroy popped out at home born at 5:10pm on 5.10.2007. We should have known what all that intent and lovin’ would have created at some shamanic retreat center in the middle of Ireland (of all places) in the wee hours of the night with a bon fire that acted like a beacon for Bodhi to find his way into his mama’s womb.
So, would it be of any surprise if this kid three and a half years later would push every button and tweak every control issue his mama and papa have? Why in the world would that be a mystery? I mean for god’s sake we created this creature…two strong willed, intense human beings who have above average awareness and are sure “they are creating their dream” from a place of intent. Well guess what?
WE DID! And we are learning about all the places inside us that still get hooked and played by this little shaman. It’s as if he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing…
So tonight I saw how incredibly precious this time with Bodhi is. How fast it will pass, how eventually he will get domesticated and how eventually he will create his own stone by which to sharpen himself against.
After dinner deciding my agenda of what I wanted to do this night could wait, I sat on the floor and really played with Bo. He was thrilled. I was thrilled. We played for a bit and then I said we would be cleaning up soon and head to bed to read some stories. He was totally cooperative and I was totally lacking the usual attempts to control him.
He willingly went upstairs, brushed his teeth, assisted in the pajama routine, picked out his books, snuggled as we read, and feel asleep with one hand on my heart.
As if to say, “Papa it’s all ok”. My little guru.
Thank you. I love you.
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