Looking back and thinking forward

Month: May, 2009

Being me


Quotes of the day

There really is no such thing as a "uniform environment." Every child in the family has a different set of parents. Parents change as do their life circumstances. Often the older children grow up in a poor family while the youngest grow up in a more prosperous one. Or perhaps Dad drank when the first children were young, but stopped by the time the last one was born. An easy, loving child is likely to experience responsive, available parents. A colicky baby who fusses a great deal finds himself held by a less relaxed and more irritable mother. A boy who worships his dad is likely to elicit equal loyalty from him. Everything shapes everything else.

Some of us possess more advantages than others, but in the end, we all create our own inner space. With the right orientation, everything is workable. The great glory of life is in the wiggle room. [Mary Pipher, 2009. Seeking Peace: Chronicles of the Worst Buddhist in the World. Pages 49 & 50]


Am back in the bosom of the family. A short week seems short to accomplish all the reconnecting that is necessary after a full year has passed. But, it also feels just about the right amount of time for any emotional or psychological research and resolutions. Much more to think and write about. And so, gentle readers, I will soon be back on the blog to tell my tales of inner explorations, as well as complete the post-quel of becoming a sixty-year-old woman!

In the meantime? I am most grateful to all who stopped by to wish me a Happy Birthday, here, and on Facebook, and for all your kind and supportive greetings and messages.

A year ago at Mining Nuggets: Moving on

Pre and Se … quels …

Quote of the day:

60  is about feeling excited to be alive at a time when you're free to really live. 60 is about knowing yourself, being yourself – and truly liking who you've become. But most of all, 60 is about celebrating the beginning of the most beautiful years of your life. Enjoy. (Inscription on a birthday card I received from my friend, Gail recently)

Rolling forward into the sixties. One week left to go. Feeling very well and good about it. I must say that the celebrations have already begun. In my heart, mind and soul. For I am feeling lighter and more joyful with each passing day. Shedding the shame (and the pounds) has always been my greatest challenge. I cannot imagine how many hours of therapy I have invested in this no-small task. But, it is definitely paying off. For I feel as if I am embracing the oncoming of my senior years with humor and acceptance. Mind you, it is not hard to do when a person is surrounded by loving friends and life-partner. 

First, lunch with Gail. 

Secondly, Marion arrived on Thursday to spend the weekend with me before she makes life changes of her own right exactly at the moment she enters her own sixtieth decade. Marion brought me a necklace with matching earrings made of African garnets, which make me look simply stunningly divine!

And then, last night dear friends made a gorgeous dinner party and celebration – as Dan described it – a prequel to next week's birthday. The evening flowed with good food, friendship, joyful humor, interesting conversation, and gifts from Ilene and Jeff, which included New York Times inaugural mugs, and an inspirational plaque which says: "if you tell the TRUTH, you don't have to remember anything."

As we all gathered around the festive dinner table and began to tuck in to Nancy's exquisitely prepared meal, Jeff asked me what, if anything, I had learned while bidding farewell to my fifties and contemplating the sixtieth decade. I replied quickly, from the gut:

No more time for regrets, live right now in the moment, and fill our lives with joy as much as possible.

James asked, "Would that be true for undergraduates as well?"
"Yes – definitely – of course!" was my immediate response.

Dinner was topped off with individual servings of little delicate strawberry-raspberry shortcakes, each adorned with a single birthday candle so that everyone could participate in making a wish of our dreams.

The sequel begins this week. JJ arrives Wednesday, we meet Gilad at the airport Thursday, and then off we all fly to Paris for the weekend, where Jan will join us from Italy for the birthday. After that, Tom and Gilad return to the States, and JJ and I will continue on to Israel for five days to see the family and do a wee bit of touristing, through the kindness of old friends. Home by the end of May, by which time I will have turned into a sixty-year-old woman, finally and officially. 

Am still not quite sure about whether to schlep the computer along with me or not, so I cannot promise pre or se quel blogging. It all might have to be post-quel, and it just might be easier and quicker to post updates to Facebook friends, many of whom are blogger buddies anyway. 

But we will see … 

… and, part of the excitement is in the unknowing, don't you think?

Happy Mother’s Day!

A year ago at Mining Nuggets: A day for mothers

Keep it real

Reflecting on turning sixty, as the count down continues,

I realize:

I have lost too much and too many, to dwell in fantasy. I prefer to keep it real.

It is all about grief.

Giving it all away

Giving it all away

Leave my Self bare

People peer in and dig about,

Prodding, prying, pulling out

Chastising and scolding me

For their own discomfort

Shut the door, girl! 


Next time?

Give only

Slowly, slowly 

A very tiny

Little bit

At a time

Faces of sixty

Photo 5

This …

Photo 6

… is what it looks like …

Photo 2

… to be almost sixty … 22 days to go …

A year ago at Mining Nuggets, when I was still only 58: As if I was tagged