That was very much a synchronicity you experienced. A meaningful coincidence.
People pooh pooh these observed events as mumbo jumbo. But a prophet is never welcome in their own town.
Daily, all of us, ignore these kind of events, and watch them pass by. We say to ourselves "oh, that was just happening to me, it doesn't mean anything".
"This prophet, we know them. They are family and they are nothing to concern yourselves with". Say the walking dead.
Over the decades, as we 'grow up', we get used to what we saw 'with the eyes' of an under ten year old as astonishing facts. And our parents told us it was 'just our imagination'. So we render these observed facts into the unconscious gradually until they become invisible socially. And we're hailed as 'coming of age'. We passed the ultimate test of social validation. Where we know it is forbidden to talk about it any more unless we want to be seen as .... different. "So well programmed, they are", said Yoda.
We have killed God. And with what shall we wash our hands of all the blood?"
Treat these events revealing meaning as a symbol of being alive. Not your children. Not the planet. But You.
That poor sweet bird. That unborn egg. They are speaking to you. They may look dead. But they are very much alive.
I'm pointing out how social organisation "WE", have killed God, as a collective unit, not an individual one. Therefore society is no longer functioning except pathologically.
Divorced potter, mother of 4..i predicted ENS and promised myself a pup for my 60th. Lockdown happened, my young men came home and my empty nest was delayed, i am fortunate I
i had the pup to ease me into it. She’s now four,a total joy and life saver.
Just wait until the grandkids start to turn up Laura. Your nest, like mine will be filled to overflowing and your home not your own and forget it being neat and tidy. The great thing about grandkids is that you can give them back when they start to get on your nerves! ;o)
A new era. Lives are full of new eras. We did get dogs for a while for the youngest who was left at home after his three siblings left home against my better judgement. Youngest son was hardly ever here and left training to my husband. So it up again early on a Saturday morning, I stand of sport it was dog training. Meanwhile the son slept in! Son leaves home. Can’t take dogs! Then grandchildren come along. Much support is again needed. Then they go to school,less support needed. Then Covid and nurse daughter thought we needed to be ‘protected’. I must say that has changed our relationship and one of our grandchildren. We still help a bit.
We looked after the other younger grandchildren during covid - an alcoholic father, a two bedroom unit, two small children so we determined to keep travelling out of area and helping out. Now the youngest is at school. Changes again.
Dogs are gone and we won’t get anymore. Ties you down too much. We just look after the offspring’s dogs when they need it.
Change is hard. I trust in the Lord to show us what is next. Losing one of those offspring to alcohol is very hard to walk through.
Yea, small point, empty nest, woman's affliction; maybe. All I got to say is that our youngest left home to attend university. Our eldest remained at home, steady job, saving deposit for a house.
So, only a half empty nest.
I was the first person to hold both of our lads and I did things for them that I'm not sure I could do for another person's child; change nappies I case you were wondering.
When our youngest departed I went into my workshop, laid my head on the bench and sobbed my bloody heart out.
Since then the eldest has departed.
They are both free and unfettered.
We must have done something about right though because in their freedom they both chose to stay close and they and their respective partners are a delight.
Its all kind of weird really because I'm a hairy horny handed bloke who has cut wood in a carpentorial fashion for damn near sixty years and when the kids left home I had absolutely no intention of getting any form of animal life to fill the aching void. Trouble is, what I really, really wanted to make my life complete again was a 1968 pre unit Triumph Bonneville.
as recent empty nesters, after having homeschooled our boys for over 27 years combine it is sometimes disconcertingly quiet amongst the twists and weaves of our little bundle of sticks and feathers. We have a puppy too...well he was a puppy.
That was very much a synchronicity you experienced. A meaningful coincidence.
People pooh pooh these observed events as mumbo jumbo. But a prophet is never welcome in their own town.
Daily, all of us, ignore these kind of events, and watch them pass by. We say to ourselves "oh, that was just happening to me, it doesn't mean anything".
"This prophet, we know them. They are family and they are nothing to concern yourselves with". Say the walking dead.
Over the decades, as we 'grow up', we get used to what we saw 'with the eyes' of an under ten year old as astonishing facts. And our parents told us it was 'just our imagination'. So we render these observed facts into the unconscious gradually until they become invisible socially. And we're hailed as 'coming of age'. We passed the ultimate test of social validation. Where we know it is forbidden to talk about it any more unless we want to be seen as .... different. "So well programmed, they are", said Yoda.
We have killed God. And with what shall we wash our hands of all the blood?"
Treat these events revealing meaning as a symbol of being alive. Not your children. Not the planet. But You.
That poor sweet bird. That unborn egg. They are speaking to you. They may look dead. But they are very much alive.
God isn’t dead. He is alive in Jesus.
That is your view and I'm OK with it.
I'm pointing out how social organisation "WE", have killed God, as a collective unit, not an individual one. Therefore society is no longer functioning except pathologically.
Divorced potter, mother of 4..i predicted ENS and promised myself a pup for my 60th. Lockdown happened, my young men came home and my empty nest was delayed, i am fortunate I
i had the pup to ease me into it. She’s now four,a total joy and life saver.
We have a new puppy. They absolutely fill a hole in your heart and bring new life and joy into the house❤️
Laura. Just found this in my substack. So timely.
Both adult daughters at home. One saving voraciously for a home, the other about to quit her job for another round of post secondary.
I often think ahead to empty nest.
We started our family in our 30's and have both just retired in our mid 60's.
A schmaz of different lives under this roof.
I know I will feel some emptiness when our girls leave but so far they want to live near us which feels nice.
I want a dog, had one in my 20's.
Too busy to be with her much (Nursing) so gave her away to a good home.
I will have to convince the husband who is glued to social media as a major fan,year round, that it is FOR ME.
When the time comes.
Just wait until the grandkids start to turn up Laura. Your nest, like mine will be filled to overflowing and your home not your own and forget it being neat and tidy. The great thing about grandkids is that you can give them back when they start to get on your nerves! ;o)
I can’t wait! (In the fullness of time.)
Thank you for this. I needed to read your advice.
A new era. Lives are full of new eras. We did get dogs for a while for the youngest who was left at home after his three siblings left home against my better judgement. Youngest son was hardly ever here and left training to my husband. So it up again early on a Saturday morning, I stand of sport it was dog training. Meanwhile the son slept in! Son leaves home. Can’t take dogs! Then grandchildren come along. Much support is again needed. Then they go to school,less support needed. Then Covid and nurse daughter thought we needed to be ‘protected’. I must say that has changed our relationship and one of our grandchildren. We still help a bit.
We looked after the other younger grandchildren during covid - an alcoholic father, a two bedroom unit, two small children so we determined to keep travelling out of area and helping out. Now the youngest is at school. Changes again.
Dogs are gone and we won’t get anymore. Ties you down too much. We just look after the offspring’s dogs when they need it.
Change is hard. I trust in the Lord to show us what is next. Losing one of those offspring to alcohol is very hard to walk through.
Lovely piece, by the way.
New leash on the floor
Tiny whimpers greet the dawn
Empty nest, now warm
Mein Fuhrer won't let me have a dog Alan as she says she is allergic.
He sniffs the air then starts to wheeze,
Humans make him bark and sneeze.
Yea, small point, empty nest, woman's affliction; maybe. All I got to say is that our youngest left home to attend university. Our eldest remained at home, steady job, saving deposit for a house.
So, only a half empty nest.
I was the first person to hold both of our lads and I did things for them that I'm not sure I could do for another person's child; change nappies I case you were wondering.
When our youngest departed I went into my workshop, laid my head on the bench and sobbed my bloody heart out.
Since then the eldest has departed.
They are both free and unfettered.
We must have done something about right though because in their freedom they both chose to stay close and they and their respective partners are a delight.
Its all kind of weird really because I'm a hairy horny handed bloke who has cut wood in a carpentorial fashion for damn near sixty years and when the kids left home I had absolutely no intention of getting any form of animal life to fill the aching void. Trouble is, what I really, really wanted to make my life complete again was a 1968 pre unit Triumph Bonneville.
Apparently that is not a good idea.
Laura, women can be so dictatorial.
❤️❤️❤️
My husband feels the empty nest more than me.
as recent empty nesters, after having homeschooled our boys for over 27 years combine it is sometimes disconcertingly quiet amongst the twists and weaves of our little bundle of sticks and feathers. We have a puppy too...well he was a puppy.