Tonight Dakota and Montana are sleeping in their own room.

*Sigh.*
Their room is right next to ours, but nevertheless, it’s not OUR room.  ;)

They are four months old, and it’s time.
My sister and nephews just left after visiting from Santa Fe, and she was sleeping in “their” room while they visited.

My Spirit whispered to me last night “It’s time.  When they leave, the twins will move into their own room.”

It was fun today to move the crib, the two swings, the two bouncy chairs, the gymini, and the rocking chair from our room to theirs…  to organize it all so it looked nice.  To feel the fun shift in energy that always comes with change.

It was amazing—WOW—to see our room back to “our” room.

Very little furniture.

Very Zen.

Very minimalist.

I felt energized and excited.
Until tonight.
When I watched my twin baby sons sleeping just now in their big boy room, and then walked into our clean, clear, and Zen room, one word came to mind:  EMPTY.
E-M-P-T-Y.
Our room no longer felt Zen, minimalist, and calm.

It felt empty.

How could this be?
I love to have very few things around.
I love having one pair of jeans, one pair of shoes, one cutting board, one big sharp knife for chopping.

So why “empty?”

My mind—the suffering mind—fast forwarded…”Is this how we’ll feel when they’ve grown up—all of our five beautiful children–and moved out?

Empty?

Is this a harbinger of things to come?  A metaphor?

The once Zen, and now “empty” bedroom?

I don’t know, Super-people.

The lesson is still to come.
It’s a full moon tomorrow, which may account for some of the suffering mind’s contributions to this balmy summer night in 2010.

So again, as I do so often in my life, I ask The Universe, “What’s the lesson here?  What do I need to learn?  What do I need to do differently?”

And I wait.
Patiently.