I love this photo. Taken soon after Cian was born. Kids have planned cake with sprinkles later. Will be chocolate, of course. They have also managed to collect their first toad and have asked to clean out the old outdoor
Planting the Seed
When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long, And you think that love it only For the lucky and the strong, Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed
Row, Row, Row Your Boat
I have heard it postulated many times about the reality or unreality of our existence. Are we living for real? Or is this just a dream manifestation of our true selves? If we are Spirit and we are really part