Sunday, January 03, 2010
Yesterday was a kaleidoscope of emotions as I celebrated my 85th birthday.
Firstly, as I woke to a still dark morning, there was the WOW factor. A surprising rush of gratitude that I have attained this age in good health and with an awareness of the beauty that surrounds us in both complex and simple things. The complexity that accompanies our relationships with family and friends, and yet the simplicity that is reflected in the way these intricacies are dissolved in love.
Birthdays are family affairs, - warm and loving. Birthdays so soon after the celebrations of Christmas and the New Year are in some danger of being viewed as just a tag-a-long tail of the comet, but I have found that on the contrary they absorb all the love and good feeling that is floating around as a result of the meaningfulness of Christmas.
My younger daughter made a delicious cake that was parceled out to a succession of young visitors, and I reveled in the chance to be in their company. There were wonderful phone chats, beautiful and loving cards, happy birthday wishes in my 'in-box' and on Facebook, and I felt thoroughly spoiled, - even unto today when we shared the last little bit of the delicious cake with family from down the hill.
I went to bed, pleasantly weary and smiling, - thankful to all the dear ones who made the day so sweet.