40 It is my birthday. I begin cataloging my accomplishments and failures then let them all go. Today is my birth day, and I will celebrate this miracle unabashedly. I took form, drew breath, came into the light blessed with all my senses, especially gratitude. Here I sit, spinning through space, enveloped in beauty. Every day I voyage out into this corporeal life teeming with offerings: scent of wild rose honeysuckle plumeria wave jasmine clove sight of cloud sunset leaves ocean smile moon sound of coyote thunder choir laughter loon bagpipe feel of petal sand sunbeam moss baby cheek otter fur taste of tears chocolate wine blood lemongrass lip I am sensible of the senselessness of this sensory overload laid at my feet every day, no strings attached, my birthright. What's more, I was granted one great big love beyond imagining. What I am or do is so much less than the least of these miracles. Here I be, palms pressed, honoring every happy accident that brought this moment to pass. |