Summer Solstice Baby

Sherab Dara turns Seventeen

No words. Clouds on a Midsummer’s Day. Cold. Bleak. But Seventeen years with this fellow has been beyond anything I could have thought possible from the time before the whale belly, the sleepless dementia, the not knowing where I began and he ended. It is miraculous and it is the most profound Hero’s Journey I have ever been on, ever. Maybe for lifetimes, I don’t know. I’m speechless, I’m reeling but I’ve hit the ground running.

Happy Birthday Sherab Dara, light of my life.

SHERAB’S STORY

A hard time coming we had of it  

Just me and my mother

Budding and bonding for the stipulated time

Then the final two days

Of paradoxical push and pull

Towards the sweet milk of life.

10.04am, 21.06.07 

Donal O’Donovan © 2007