Boy home again

The first boy is a preacher, the second is a poet and the third is a screenwriter (in the making). Words seem to count a lot in our house.

Boy two came home this week after being on another continent for months and months. We weren't worried about him, really. Ok, we were worried. He gets lost on I-285 here so would he be ok speaking in a second languge, and learning a third while living in a very different culture? We didn't speak a lot of being worried, not wanting to show a lack of confidence in him, but it's what parents are sometimes.

Now he's come home and the sun has come out. Arriving on solstice, our poet is home. He's written music, and delights us with expressions from his other home. "Coffee without froth is like a wedding without flowers."

He's written a song, the title of which translates to "slowly slowly". It's an expression which affirms patience. In the song he says it's time to "start living, and owning what you know." It's made me think some more about owning what I know. Trying to live a little less in the reactive mode.

We used to say that we were rich, rich not in money but in boys. And hearing a song that sounds so wise from someone I birthed makes me feel very rich.