Oh boy I got the dreaded Q last night “So, how did daddy’s seed get into your tummy?” EISH

The joys of being in a beautiful and culturally diverse school. Dorje last week “MUM its not fair that Nicola is fasting!” “HUH?” I think to myself. “Why?” “Because she gets to go to the play ground to have fun first!” (They have to eat lunch before they can run outside) Hilare. So, now Dorje insists on fasting (well not for long)

When I put Dorje to bed I usually say “sweet dreams”. A while ago, Dorje told me he didn’t have sweet dreams – instead they were scary, monsters and the like. He “always” had scary dreams. I told him he could let go, not resist, not try to fight them, or be scared of them.

He didn’t think this was good advice!

We got into talking about how some people can control their dreams – skipping over awareness of one’s dreams! Dorje liked this idea more.

This evening I asked Dorje whether he still had nightmares. “No”, he said. “Now I control my dreams – I always win”. Dorje was highly convincing, but then he’s equally convincing as an orc telling me he’s about to chop my head off with his sword.

Still, according to him he’s mastered his nightmares. For those interested in following (or not) Dorje to mastery, the Tibetan centre in Cape Town is hosting a workshop on lucid dreaming at the beginning of October.

A few months ago Dorje and I went for a walk in Kirstenbosch, and up part of Skeleton Gorge. We were going to find the yeti on top of the mountain, and Dorje was particularly concerned about the yeti-Coke baby. This poor, mistreated child was fed Coke by its parents, and was in dire straits.

Unfortunately, it was late in the afternoon, and after much persuasion, we turned around to leave the baby to fend for itself with its dismal sugary diet a while longer.