its the day i was born

i don't think that i have ever written a post on my birthday. usually there's a stream of pre-birthday reflection and a kind of after the day report. but today, i am so overwhelmed by the celebration of me that i feel like writing right now. i don't know what exactly i wish to write. yes. words fail me. but details matter and so i will begin my little exploration of this birth anniversary. i just had dinner with my parents tonight. it was a wonderful moment frozen in time in which to discuss and share the reason for their aging: their eldest daughter just got one year older, of course! i am eternally grateful for moments like these. i want to feel and embrace the joy that rushes through me; most of all... i want to make conscious choices to choose the joy when fear threatens to rule me.

i know. these are starting to sound like a bunch of resolutions. but they're really purposeful stratagems for days well lived... just a wee bit ahead of time ;)

i don't want to write about the day i was born, as such. i think i'll save that for my grandkids to hear about. you know, sitting around a fire someplace, not reading off grandma's dusty old blog. some things should be kept that way: old and tangible. i think i'm getting that way too. or tending towards it. not old, just tangible :P

beyond that i am thrilled to be surrounded by all this love and light. my day is full, and i am content.