Journal Entry: August 11, 2014
I stepped out onto the back porch this morning and looked up to see the moon, still full, setting in the sky. I don’t recall a full moon ever on an August 11th, but that doesn’t mean that it hasn’t ever happened.
Today is my birthday.
“What a nice surprise.” I tell the moon.
“Sure thing!” He says. “Happy Birthday!”
“Thank you.” I say
That moon-man smiling down on me, greeting me on my special day, makes me think about how long I have been here. I couldn’t count the number of times I’ve looked up and smiled at him in my five decades and one year.
I had my coffee, my vanilla protein shake with an organic peach and I wrote in my journal. I left the house happy. I drove through emptier-than-normal-for-a-Monday streets and parked in the almost vacant lot by my spinning studio. I was greeted upstairs with smiles and birthday wishes.
During class, our instructor Mandy said, “Grab your water and grab your breath.” I don’t know if she meant to say grab, but that’s what I heard.
I looked over the parking lot, to the palm trees and couldn’t help but think about the word. Grab.
What have I grabbed for in my life? What else will I reach for and grab? I grab a ripe Meyer lemon from our tree in the back yard — twist and pull. I pluck opportunities as they ripen on their vines. What will I reach for next?
At 51, I am still like a child that picks and chooses what to discover and explore next. Although, I haven’t had to grab for that much; the important, life-changing things come to me.
I get clear.
I let go.
It seems easy and in a way it is, but there is the work of getting clear and letting go, sometimes it can be a challenge. Although, at this place it isn’t as much work as it was when I was in another place.
That’s what happened with Bill. It’s not that we didn’t reach for each other. We did. It’s how we came to be within each other’s reach, in that particular instant, that I find interesting.
I’ve written about it many times, it was as simple as that.
Why does the moon smile down on me?
Why did Bill and I get swaddled together in that moment?
Why am I blessed with this life?
I don’t know that I have answers for these questions. I may never. I’m good with that. I’ll unwrap full moon birthday wishes, and magic instead of answers.
Happy Birthday to Me!
** Excerpt from the book that I am currently writing.