It’s a Boy

The text arrived yesterday

“Steven Graham Jones ( name changed for privacy reasons)
born 5.30 am on 11th January 2015
weighing 3.00 kgs.
Mom and baby doing great.”

You are a wish.
A wish the universe has made
For your existence
The special gifts that only you
can bring

I know the little boys parents, they have both been doing yoga with me for years. They are delightful, curious, talented, dedicated and community minded people.

What would this little being wish for in his life?
Was it the Cinderella story, when at her day of her birth and still in her cradle, three good fairies came to each bring the newly birthed child one wish each.

What would I wish for this new little babe who has chosen to arrive on this our shining green planet?

Friendship my grandmother wished at the birth of my father. For she felt that no matter what life bought to you (remember my grandmother had lived through the depression and it’s heavy hand still left a mark on her.) She believed that friends would carry you through any situation for you can laugh with friends, cry with friends, you can always be yourself with friends. They will not judge you and will support you, with your unwritten language they understand you.

I would wish him space in his life. The Australian aboriginals take their children on “walkabout”. So so that the great spaces do not frighten them. Space to gaze at the stars, space to listen for the sound of rain, space to watch the wind blow through the fields of wheat as they dip their head’s.
Space has it’s own silent language that fills the heart.

As children we were taken camping, to experience the freedom of running barefoot too awake to birdsong , drifting to sleep at night listening to the seed pods falling on the roof of the tent. Walks at dusk gazing into the soft eyes of rabbits. Looking for the movement of possums high in the tree tops.
We were learning to create a mind uncluttered by thought. A meditator’s mind.

I would wish the gift of laughter, a capacity to laugh. For laughter changes the energy in the room, binds hearts and mends wounds.

And early on in his life I would wish him to find a community that he can fold around him like a cocoon.
Possibly musicians,footballers, archers,brick layers computer wizzes, dancers, singers, artists, plumbers candlestick makers, yogis. It doesn’t matter which, how will we know unless we have tried. And for this you need to be adventurous, to walk among many people, many cultures and ideas and then this boy will learn that he has a skill that no one else has, that he is unique.

Unrepeatable – never before and never again will there be one like him.

Often we need to walk alone to find this, to know of our unique gifts and talent.
Welcome little boy we wish you Joy.

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About lorraine

After a nasty fall from my bicycle, coming home from high school, I began suffering from migraines. After a term of Chiropractic adjustments, which helped but did not entirely stop the migraine headaches, my parents in desperation sent me to yoga classes, The only available evening class in our area was filled with pregnant women. I felt out of place as a shy teenager, but persevered. adjustment,breathing, meditation and yoga proved the only therapy that bought relief from the headaches. Feeling well I got on with life, married moved from my home town and forgot the daily yoga practices and there benefits. Coming back to Yoga and meditation helped me manage during the time of my father's Cancer. and death. Later when my Husband became ill the natural decision was to qualify as a Yoga, meditation teacher to further assist others through the difficult times of illness and recovery or death. I have now been benefiting from the science and art of Yoga, Meditation for well over twenty five years.
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