The Beach Upon Which Bens & Megs Were Married!



I'm having to fill out the application for Eowyn's primary school, beginning in September. How amazed am I to realise that my Eowyn, who grew within my womb and nursed at my breast and ran to me every time she hurt herself is going to be a schoolgirl!!!
Here are the favourites:
The EEU (where she & Coco go now.)
John Stanford International School (Language immersion in either Japanese or Spanish)
Wedgwood (Just a mile hence, excellent music programme)
View Ridge (Where Bill Gates went, so he pours $ into it)
John Rogers (5 minutes walk away. Culturally very diverse)
It's a complex system where you list preferences and their computer allocates you a school on the basis of how close you are to it, then a lottery. It's exciting and scary.
Seren gave me a book which suggested making my bed into a safe nest. It's a beautiful thought. Bed and sleep have often been scary and felt unsafe for me. The realm between wakefulness and sleep is often inhabited by imaginary fears and horrors. I made my safe nest this morning, and loved it. There was a tension though. For the nest to really be safe, God couldn't be in it with me. I felt torn between longing for him and terror of him.
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