Have you ever tried to slide down the stairs on nothing but your bum?.. Listen to what I say: don’t do it! No, I didn’t do it intentionally, of course, just a slip, a trip over, then slide and thanks god for big bum of a high shock-absorption quality. I got off lightly with a slight fright and a bruise of somewhat unnatural black colour. I’m told it looks like tattoo…When I shared my "experience", they called me Bum Surfer. I like it :-) Better then a broken neck, I suppose. It was Ouch! at first, then a lonely sob and then a laughter, for when one finds themselves at the bottom of the stairs half-shocked after a crazy unplanned ride, eventually the hilarity of the situation sinks through and out with the hysterical laugh. And when the last of the laughter died, a sobering thought came to mind. And I wondered…do people who live on their own think about what might happen if they have an accident while at home? I mean – there might be days or even weeks before anybody start questioning where are they hiding…Mind you, this time a thought didn’t come up as scary. More – practical. I suddenly realised that I have no idea how do people provision for unfortunate accidents that might happen in solitude of their home. Or even if they do at all…food for a thought, methinks. I've got that sudden urge I have to do something about it.
The Kid is back and I’m One Happy Mom. It is that sense of a Family that I missed the most. A sence of belonging to the sacred tribe kind of thing. Not sure if I can describe it right. In other words - it feels great to have a family! Even if it's half-ed. First day we’ve been looking through his photos. I’m in awe of the places he’s been, things he saw. It is such a blessing to have this opportunity, he is a lucky boy. And now I’m lucky too to see what he saw through his eyes. Still haven’t been through a half of it yet. Looking forward to the next session. Bring on new experiences, new knowledge of the stranger places someone might be calling their home. Some thing worth mentioning: the more different places I see, more different cultures I observe, the more I am noticing how similar we all are. How once we strip away all the rituals and socially enforced "norms", what is left – the essence of humanity. The basic, the core of us. We all live the same, breath the same, cry and laugh the same, we love all the same. We just express all these things differently. The variety of the sameness…