In the ocean there are fish
In the sea we find shells
Waves bigger than houses
Blowing with the wind
An anemone goes, waving tentacles,
And people upon ships and boats.
Flying speedboats, racing with all,
And with turtles that go snap.
By Siddak Jhamat
(Sunday 8th November 2020)
As a child, my dad was my all-time favourite person. He took me everywhere with him, whether that was the cash and carry, the park, warehouses for shop stock, relatives houses, friends’ houses, the social club; we had fun. Continue reading
I drove back through rush hour traffic this evening to get home in time for shrove Tuesday and pancakes … Little did I know that my son was looking for time with his dad.
I carried him to bed, as he said good night to Mini Pui and Daddi ma. He blew his mummy a kiss and we made our way to his bed.
I sat with him, and he propped himself over my shoulders and I sat and he said “daddy shimmi (simran)” so I began.
Any agitation he had during the evening started to leave him and he exhaled, yawned and said “daddy bed” and pointed to his bed.
I realised there is immense power in simran and prayer with sensitive beings. Sid is a sensitive child and he is very attuned to positive vibes.
He jumps into bed, pulls the blanket up and says “mummy love you” and “daddy go”..
I gave a kiss to him and said “good night” and left.
Simran is a power that I have seen the effect of it in my son.