Shiva's and Metta's Mother's Sutra

Wagamama is this eating noodley place in Belfast and we went there today and took lots of photos... here is my beautiful son... he gets it from me, i just know it... Told ya... from me!!! Cant ya tell... Buat kopia, as mama would say Oisin was really funny ... using the children's chopsticks he said, this is really stupid mom... why i said... see this, he picks up the noodles with the chopsticks, and when i put it in my mouth, it does this. The chopsticks spring apart, forcing the mouth open. And i can't shut my mouth. We laugh and laugh and laugh...

Today i just stayed in bed. I really did. Just felt so ill and just stayed in bed. I think it was some kind of indigestion. I could not contemplate food. I had six oatcakes - two for breakfast, lunch and dinner and then drank some coffee and peppermint tea and then thought, i am so going to die. I wish i could die. Occassionally i feel like this. Anyway, of course i did not die. I spoke to my mom, who is alwasy good for slapping people round their faces a bit... and then spoke to a friend who said, don't worry, you are not going to die... or going insane, then Ghin came upstairs. He is now five years old and obsessed with boobs. And attempted to latch on, which he hasn't done now for about three and a half years, and then i had to get up because it was just getting too much and i was also feeling better. In fact i feel so much better that i'm beginning to think i love life again. And people. And i'm really quite alright. And i will get changing all the sheets and ...

Easter Festival 2012... what a beautiful year it was.... again!!!

So my batteries ran out and couldn't take pictures from today. (Peter is watching a film about the resistance in Nazi Germany. I think it is attempting to show that not all Germans were bad. Bad Germans are very shouty and ugly, in a non-ugly way... good Germans are self-compsed and principled and beautiful in a non-beautiful way.) So we went to Rowallane, the HQ of the NT. It is a sort of weird place because it has some amazing trees, but the garden itself seems taken care of in an absent-minded way. It's quite Norn Irish really. A bit scruffy here and there, but all in all adequate with some outstanding features. Like a full on spreading chestnut tree. And some really bizarre Park Guell type features. Huge pebble chairs and piles of this as well. A sunken well, which seemed magical despite the earliness of the year. The boys enjoyed climbing on trees and... It is weird watching this Nazi film. Or rather anti-Nazi film. The thing always is the names. You must give us names...

So after weeks and weeks and weeks of talking about the Menagerie, i only managed to spend like a few hours at it and then went home bright and early. Met loads of wonderful people and more and just soaked the day in as it turned out ot be anamazingly sunny and atmospheric one. However we start with Kevin doing DIY in the office. See i know that people thought when i said, i need to put up wallpaper on this awful wall. It is killing me, that they thought ah there goes Stephanie having to be al arty again. Actually all it is my Moon in Libra. So the next time someone says to me, you are being arty and difficult, i will say, yes, i was born this way. Setting up in the Menagerie. It was all very empty but there was something really beautiful about the urban decay that surrounded us... So i thought, picture time.... Those pallets were what the boys played with for like ever... making an obstacle course until they will cut into bits for the bornfi...