Away from my girls for 3 and 1/2 days...

and they learn to say 'NO' without me. these milestones feel strange as you pass beneath and thru them, crossing a bridge you will never cross again and looking out over whatever body of whichever waters you happen to be crossing at the time and wondering what new eras this slight shift shall usher in. As the little epochs between the large advances grow further and further apart I think the parents begin to regain bits$ of themselves, their inate tendencies towards change and growth getting a bit of breathing room back, our own personal advances having been slown down by the sped-up hyper evolution of our children. Whew! More on this later...

Heather tells me to read Redefining Our Relationships by Wendy O-Matik but my mother beats me to it and we have an interesting discussion about a book I've just picked up that she's read thoroughly and the generational gap between our two alternative beautiful worlds smacks it's chasm of a maw open and shut on our words and hearts and confusion reigns down from our cloudy, lofty, failed ambitions which, like intentions, are used to pave the road to hell.

Soon, no matter how many rocks may block the road, Stephanie and I will begin planning an iNFORMAL aNARCHIST pARENTING pARTY! sometime around spring equinox at our Hungry Hollow Farmhouse outside of Shelton, Washington. If anyone is interested in attending please contact me: sky.cosby (at) gmail.com - more on this to follow as develops.

I miss my ladies and their rapid changing growth. I wonder what new words they will know, what concepts they will dangle directly in front of me until I realize what it is they're doing. Scarleht was rubbing the tips of her thumb, index and middle finger together gently the other day with both hands and it took me about an hour to figure out what she was doing... she was sitting on my lap and started doing it near the computer and I realized she was mimicking the motions of Steph or my's hands on the touch-pad! Brilliant guilt followed this revelation but hey, they're gonna need to be computer literate, right? They might as well watch people who use a computer as a tool rather than for pure entertainment.

I leave for Shelton in 7 hours. My time here in Walla Walla is always packed and poorly absent of certain aspects of healing I wish it would provide, namely the absence of a few key peoples from my past and my own absent-minded forlornness. But the beat goes on, and so do we. Power to the Parents!