Like a child at rest on his Daddy's knee, I have stilled my soul completely.

When Hubby and I were first married and I was growing D17 in my belly, we lived in a little apartment in the centre of Mount Eden, and we listened to these words... over and over, spilling into our souls, washing over our unity, like monks chanting a liturgy.

Then our beautiful kids started arriving, and we spent our end-of-day moments watching as they stilled their souls, falling asleep on Daddy's knee; personal sanctuary, haven from the big busy world.


It's still happening.
M5 clutching *beddy*, intricately woven into his person; Hubby taking a moment to instill a quietness of soul into his littlest boy.