May he have complete, fearless and soul-satisfying understanding of what he wants to do in his life. May he always live with honour and may he continually do good, kind things for others like he has done for us, selflessly. But most importantly may he learn to accept and be kind to himself. To do this, may he learn to know himself, better. May he find peace.

I pray He will be strengthened and nourished with all the goodness that life has to offer and at the same time have all the patience and endurance when he is called upon to take life’s disappointments head on.

may you guide and guard his fearless and strong heart.

May he always be filled with joy.

May worries never occupy his mind, only knowledge, wisdom, courage.

I thank you for bringing him into our lives. For all he has done and continues to do for us, May his days be illuminated with your grace.

Happy Thanksgiving.



From Eden

Hozier is my Spirit Animal 🙂
I love his how his words magically mirror every fleeting feeling.

Here’s From Eden:

Babe, there’s something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don’t you agree
Babe, there’s something lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to me…

No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony
No ‘who cares’, no vacant stare, no time for me

Honey you’re familiar
Like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison,
Chivalry fell on his sword
Innocence died screaming,
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your door.

Babe, there’s something wretched about this,
Something so precious about this,
Where to begin?
Babe, there’s something broken about this,
But I might be hoping about this,
Oh what a sin.

To the strand, a picnic planned for you and me
A rope in hand, for your other man
To hang from a tree

– Hozier


How effortlessly you dismiss me like a house-fly on a summer’s day,
Now Your words, no matter how kind, rip through me like bullets.
Important to you one day, found in the garbage the next,
It’s so frequent a ritual that my heart now finds comfort amongst the rot.
Sabotage! Sabotage! it screamed, now reduced to a whimper;
So petrified of your temper.
In equal measure love and hate,
It’s hard to tell which is which.
Thank You for letting me know,
I can never be more, than an
Insignificant, ignorant, arrogant, bitch.