I’m softer and rounder. I’m slower and kinder.
embracing my curves and
laughing the lines
watching the years turn
knowing where I came from
no clue as to what is ahead
I play more and stress less. I notice beauty in the everyday and I’m seeing lots of gray.
Turning 36 is the best gift I have.
I’m healthy. I’m happy. I’m content.
I feel free and creative.
I have support and am surrounded with love.
I give love. I do good work.
I love my children and these beautiful days. Seems like one after the other..
There is no beginning to this, no end. It’s just my life.
I’ve developed my practice and found a teacher.
In this moment, 36 is full of life. All the intentions and the dreaming and wishing has expanded my world into deep happiness.
It comes with struggle, for sure but it’s different now.
Turning 36 is an honor, a privilege really.
This morning, in my yoga practice I did something I have never done. I brought myself back in time, to a young couple far from home.
Rebellious & optimistic, these 2 decided to have a baby. unmarried,unplanned, no promises.
I don’t know much about this time, but I know it did not last long. I know they were not meant to be together. My parents were NEVER “my parents” they were always, my mom & my dad. I have always had totally independent relationships with them. We were never ( in my memory) a family.
But THIS morning, I took a moment to go back to my birth. What was that day like for them 36 years ago. Who were they? What did they feel? Was that the only moment, the only day we were a family of 3? I know so little about this time and I don’t need to.
Whatever the reason, they brought me here. And since I have never been happier in my life or felt more connected or alive….. I have to thank them. They brought me here to this moment, in this life.
Where the sun is peaking out of the clouds.
The birds are singing to me.
Milo is chatting quietly to himself in the other room before he falls off to sleep.
There were many times when I felt lonely and lost, empty, scared and angry. I spent days and years wishing my parents were different, wanting us to live “the perfect” life, dreaming to be someone else.. and when that all stopped…. I woke up to my life, with the people they are and the reality of it all.
BOOM, my heart opened. my life became lighter. I felt ease. I saw love. I let go.
So today might be the first time I have told them, Thank you for this “birth” day. Please know I don’t take it for granted. I know how lucky I am to have been born to you. You taught me empathy, acceptance, you gave me REAL life, you gave me you.
This is what you gave me, the ability to see this, to understand love, to know we are perfectly flawed. We are whole. We are love.
“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”