I fell into the cliché of yesterday really being yesterday. Otherwise how did my baby get so big and when did he get the grades, pass the exams, follow his first heartbreak, win his first trophy, and pack his car full of yesterdays trinkets and glories of his so very young past. I thought I was listening to the wise voices that whispered “don’t miss a thing, it goes so fast”. I didn’t miss anything, I swear I didn’t. I wore my super-mumma cape as often as humanly possible whilst still managing a business, an illness and an open-door household as a single mother. I did my most important job; I raised, empowered and strengthened him to do just was he has done…leave. Tall, strong, socially conscious, earth-friendly (as best a growing, video game playing, wave riding carnivore can be), liberal-minded and compassionate. I’ve done my job. He is ready to spread his wings, and although I’m exhilarated and honored to watch him fly…the nest won’t be the same without him.
Archives for August 2010
Thanks y’all! Birthdays garner wisdom, rituals mark the occasion and well-wishers nourish the celebratory soul. Heartfelt gratitude for warming my heart with floods of memories, moments of laughter, yummy champagne and messages sent from afar. This crazy technology stuff certainly gained a thumbs-up from this birthday girl! My heart is singing…even if my head’s a little hung-over! (birthday morning after…7 August 2010) -Dirt xo
“Amity & mystery must be applauded. Experienced simultaneously, a standing ovation. Love & grace bestowed on a humble soul, priceless.”…my allotted 140 character late night tweet after a surprise dinner with my Soultree Super Staff. A group of women so divine even the champagne was in awe. How can I put into words, let alone 140 characters, the depth at which my soul was moved and thusly elevated. The level of down-on-my-knees humility it took to sit around a table of like-minded yet wonderfully diverse women who at some (lucky for me) point sauntered through the doors of Soultree was palpable. A gorgeous path and a collective Journey. My school-girl giddiness barely deafened the racing melody of my overwhelmed heart. It was one of those moments, regardless of my Catholic upbringing, where from the depths of my being I believed wholly in a past life. What other daring intellectual reason would allow me to be so blessed, so honored, so graced? Undoubtedly I thought to myself… it’s a birthday gift from the gods & goddesses of my ancient past. Clearly I must have paid primordial dues to deserve this recompense; that’s wildly reassuring.
Down to the roots of my soul(tree)…I thank you luscious lovely ladies. You are the branches, the leaves and the nesting songbirds that nurture my soul. Ubuntu. Dirt.