Today is my 42nd birthday.
not a big deal, at all.
Just a day, in fact.
But i held today up, put it in a jar, and watched it… because some amazing things went down, and how could i not honor that!
So bear with me, because a few of you get an honorable mention, and it’s no goddamn Academy Award, but it’s something meaningful to ME, and since this is my blog, you’re on here and you better accept it.
Today, this happened:
Dieter ran a beautiful route in South Boston for me.
Betsy gave $25 dollars in my honor to St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital.
Regina left me a flat of tomatoes and herbs to start my summer garden.
Dana, my deviant soul sister, practiced some “mindful flower arranging” for me today (damn i love her, but she might have been a bit more mindful of that last tanker at Bar X, now, shouldn’t she???)
My sweet husband gave me a beautiful watch, to remind me that time is, indeed, on our side… and lest we take advantage of it, there is SO much more left.
And on my insanely gorgeous morning run, i did the following:
Listened to “Wild Montana Skies” to remind me of my days growing up loving every chord in John Denver ballads, reinforcing my love of the Rocky Mountains, whose majestic peaks, cold winds, mindblowing snow and lustful wild flowers shaped me to live bigger than life, and helped re-enforce my commitment to Ella.
Found amazing memories in Nancy Griffith and Counting Crows in “Going Back to Georgia,” reminding me of my “wiley” days in pool halls, dark, smokey pubs, and a little dose of discovery.
Definitely took the Erasure train (A Little Respect, people) to remind me of my 4 years at Bates College (alas i missed my 20th reunion this weekend!) to pay respect to my homies that kicked my ass at quarters in Smith Hall…
And brought it home with a little “Louis Quatorze” via Bow Wow Wow and a bit of Sting (Dream of the Blue Turtles, of course) to bring back my days in high school when i thought i was the SHIT.
So many memories that have passed in the 42 years i have spent here, and i have to admit that i was quite dreading the social media aspect of Facebook alerts coming my way. But you know what?
i fucking loved it.
All of you, you are amazing.
My new friends in Paris, Morocco, and Egypt – thank you for opening my eyes and helping me understand more about the plight of the Middle East. For your patience in allowing me see, with my own heart, that it is human error that forces women to cover all but her eyes, not the word of your Allah, our God.
My mentors, one of whom today wished me to “Shine on,” indicating that though i was on the path to living life fully, her expectation was that i had so much more to do. Yes, yes!!!
To my brother, who i love to death but drives me completely batshit. With his inability to simply answer with a “yes” or “no”, he forces me to think deeper, always peel back the layer and ask more. We all need at least one Andrew in our lives.
To my mother, who through an 11 minute introduction in Arabic, French, and English to 500 women leaders at the International Women’s Forum last week in Morocco, reminded me what shoes i have to fill… that existing with what IS is not enough… we must always reach deep inside our passions to fight for what CAN BE.
To my dad, who, above everyone else, reads in between the lines to find exactly what pushes my buttons, and hand delivered me two amazing custom gifts on his trip to Portland this week:
To Lucy Walker and David de Rothschild, who have come into my life through sheer grace over the last couple years and taught me to be a better global citizen – to relish this planet forcefully so that it can be left better than we inherited it… i adore you.
To May and Maddie… the strongest females i know. This year is YOURS to beat cancer, and i thank you for being MY teacher in strength and courage. How could anything be more important than your battle?
And finally, to my daughter, Savannah Hope, who, through fresh cobwebs not yet swept from her brain, completely forgot it was my birthday this morning, yet nonetheless woke up to give me a massive hug, kiss and “good morning, Mommy, I love you!”
I adore you all, and if you ask me, i say that because of each and every one of you that took the few seconds to wish me happiness today, i humbly, completely, and without any reservation say that YES, love is very, very much alive.