I started counting almost as soon as my eyes opened. I’ve lived longer than many I have known before me, those who have been called back to take another turn down another spirit path. While mine has spiraled and stalled and oftentimes taken me in unknown and directions that made me tremble, I’m still here. And counting… and to those who say age is only a number I say yes, I agree – but for me, the number is significant in the marking of precious moments in this short, fleeting time we have here, together, in this Universe.
I’ve been writing this year about change and possibilities and as soon as I realized that this day, so notable in the large moments of my life, was more than just me – it was a reminder to pause, reflect, and remember the year that passed. Birthdays, of course, are a celebration of another year well lived,if we’re lucky. If we’re intentional. If we pay attention.
I’m open to possibilities in this last-year-before-the-half-century. I’m open to quiet, to listening, to requesting and to hearing the Universe answer with guidance. Zora Neale Hurston wrote in one of my favorite books,Their Eyes Were Watching God, that “there are years that ask questions and years that answer.” I’m not sure what this year will offer me, but I’m ready to receive her whispers.
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