cake by Jean
Cup runneth over.
Honestly... I never imagined that I would enjoy having birthdays as I got "older." But yesterday I turned 42... and it was one of the most sweetest days of my life.
My family lives on the east coast, so I had stockpiled my birthday cards and gifts I received via snail mail... so I could open them on "the" day. A phone call to my mom... to reminisce about my birth. Words with my sis thanking her for the Brighton charms added to our bracelet. And secret conversations between Anthony and Christopher about what the evening might bring.
My dear friend, Jean, had planned a glorious lunch at her home with the ladies from our Bible study table. What excitement... as I knew she had as much fun preparing as I would have enjoying it! Using her fine china... showering me with words of affirmation from each lady who attended... and making a chocolate chocolate chocolate cake from scratch. I thought my heart would about burst out of my chest.
And then there was all the birthday wishes on Facebook. And the kind and thoughtful words. Gulp!
It's funny. I feel almost guilty. Why is that? Why would I feel guilty over all the blessings? This escapes me... because I so very enjoyed each and every one of them.
So, to continue the celebration... I've decided to do a couple book giveaways this week. Today's giveaway is the book Gift From The Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. I happened upon this book on a bike ride through San Francisco at a tiny little book store in Sausalito. Contemplative words... thoughts on our lives as women... all wrapped up with beautiful descriptions of the seashore... and seashells. Just leave a comment. I'll pick the winner when I publish my next post. See you then! Sorry, giveaway is now closed.
Perhaps middle age is, or should be, a period of shedding shells; the shell of ambition, the shell of material accumulations and possessions, the shell of the ego. Perhaps one can shed at this stage in life as one sheds in beach-living; one's pride, one's false ambitions, one's mask, one's armor. Was that armor not put on to protect one from the competitive world? If one ceases to compete, does one need it? Perhaps one can at last in middle age, if not earlier, be completely oneself. And what a liberation that would be!
...a new stage in living when... one might be free to fulfill the neglected side of one's self. One might be free for growth of mind, heart and talent; free at last for spirtual growth...
~Excerpts from Gift From The Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh