It's a weird one when your first born leaves home. Mine just has. He's only gone to university, not to war nor to an even worse fate, thankfully. I'm so incredibly happy for him. But there's this feeling, and it's WAY stronger than I imagined it would be, ever. It's as if I'm standing alone on a beach at sunset and the tide has gone so so far out. It's so far I can't see it, I can't hear it. Everywhere is still. I feel exposed, no longer enveloped by the rushing embrace of the undulating, playful waves.
I know that on the other side his tide is high, full of life and adventure. It's good!
But I feel a bit lost, and I need to turn to the others still at home and prepare them too for their eventual great swims. Releasing little fishes into the ocean...Love and hugs to you all.
How I removed my creative blocks!