To be granted the privilege of aging another whole year in a day (otherwise styled as an anniversary of one’s birth) has always seemed a signal miracle to me. My mother made a big deal of birthdays from the start, and I carry on that tradition. The old people in my life have always been my first touchstones—well, alongside horses and dogs and raccoons and the like—and I am tickled to be getting nearer to being counted among them myself.
There is a steady grace in being able to still walk upon these tireless lands, awake and listening and learning and wondering on this planet so many aeons older than I will ever be. I am comforted by earth’s presence, and from this space am learning to love and let go with equal abandon. I wish the same joys for you, birthday alight or not.