Mountain High.

On Friday took myself for a drive to some of my favourite places, drove up the mountains and had morning tea at Lindsay's Cafe before taking a little walk along the track past the pool. I sat on a rock for some alone time to meditate, take in the scenery and read a little. I'm reading Sensing
Spirit by Mitchell Coombs and am really enjoying it. So many things he describes have happened to me. At one stage I glanced up from reading and noticed a little blue orb that disappeared as I looked right at it, was it a Faery? So amazing.

Afterwards I drove into Springwood and as I was driving through the main street I noticed a woman who was crossing the road, she made me think of Robyn from Villa Maria. I tried spotting her in the rear vision mirror to see if it was her but with needing to keep an eye on what was in front of me, didn't get very good look.

So Robyn were you crossing the road in Springbrook shopping centre yesterday? Or was it just wishful thinking.

I had a great time just wandering the shops before heading down to Penrith Mall on the way home. Was so exhausted when I got home that I fell asleep on the lounge for an hour or two.

Today (Saturday) was my Son's Birthday, he turned 16. It doesn't seem that long ago when they put his tiny body on my chest, I wondered why they put him with his back to me at the time, before they whipped him away. It seemed ages before they got him to cry, I didn't realise I had been holding my breath and only let it out when I heard him cry.

And now he is a big 16 year old, taller than me, with a fledgling moustach and determined he is getting his learner's permit this week. I may be in for more breath holding.