So yesterday was my birthday. And I spent the morning indulging in that almost-mythical luxury of doing nothing at all ♥ I lay-in-bed and read-in-fits between almost-naps. If I’d managed marathon-reading and actual-sleep it woulda been perfect 🙂
So in this rare whitelight Nirvana-Bubble of reflection I was wondering what exactly my gifts to myself in annual celebration of growth (ok ok aging) would be?
And seriously? This is what I’d wish for. You listening up there??
I’d want to spend a whole lot more time with my children. Never missing taking Sprig to music class or being late picking up Sprog. Inhaling adoring nurturing protecting guiding listening befriending them. And then knowing when to let them fly … that’s a tough one …
I’d want to travel a whole lot more. Discover mystical horizons. Delight in new cultures new tastes new scents new sounds new thoughts. Rolling around in the soil of anywhere and soaking it all in.
So what I really need? Is to be TWO people.
I’d want to have the time to read ALL those books on my shelves, next to my bed, on the floor, in my friends libraries. The ones that transport and inspire and instruct and enlighten.
I’d want to watch ALL those movies I always said I would. The ones that won awards, that no one’s heard of, the latest independent, the old classics, that feed my soul, that make me laugh, that make me think, that bring out the eveready cynic 🙂
O-kay! So what I really want is to be FOUR people.
That established? I had a lovely birthday ♥ I saw a perfect ball of orange light sinking…
With My Man …
He who gets it and puts up with me ♥
Oh and back to that wish list?
It goes without saying that I would want food, shelter and love for every single child.
Oh and world peace.