Well, I have been reflecting about being 64 today. I have been ranging back over birthdays past. I have been amazed at how different my life really is now from when I fleeting pondered this age in my twenties and thirties.
I would never have imagined I’d that two husbands would have divorced me. It was inconceivable that I would be living in a country different from that of my birth. To be a vegan was certainly a completely alien notion, even in my California days, although for eight years I was a vegetarian there. None of the assumptions I made about my future in those years is what I am currently living. Those assumptions were much, much narrower and more parochial.
Certainly, in my twenties I never imagined I’d have gone to university (late thirties into my forties) let alone do as well as I did, which was astonishingly well considering my background. In my thirties, I did not entertain the thought that once I plotted a path of vocation that it would not manifest, let alone that I would completely alter my spiritual path and embrace a pagan one.
One thing I take away from these ruminations is that life can never be planned out for a straight from A to Z journey. At least, in my opinion would, to do so would seriously compromise the opportunity for growth and learning. It would hinder the possibility that chance can throw up amazing options and opportunities. It would deny the gift of serendipity and the wonders of risk taking, to whatever extent risk is comfortable.
I rejoice and give thanks that today I have been granted the privilege to be alive, that I am in good health as far as I know, and living in a place that sings to my soul and dances with my spirit. I celebrate having an amazing partner who wants to create with me a Golden Autumn to share together and engage the Mysteries of the Winter of our current passage.
Happy Birthday and thank you for gifting the wisdom that’s come with this age! I’m at a different place in the circle of life (having just turned 30) and have been contemplating how things never seem to go as planned with some trepidation and concern. I think instead I’ll treasure the growth and adventure that life brings.
There is a song in the musical I’m ‘Getting My Life Together and Taking it on the Road’ called old Friend with the lines: ‘We’ll meet the year we’re sixty-two and travel the world as old friends do, telling each other what we’ve been through:how love is rare and and life is strange, how nothing lasts and people change . . . ‘ I’ve sung them to myself many times over the past several years. You can find it on YouTube. Here are two versions, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPqFslwp1Rc and
It really pretty much says it all. Enjoy the adventure Sara, it’s all about the journey.