I am a thirty year old.

It is a blustery, snow whipped day right outside my oversized windows. This is good because I woke up sick and am only too happy to have the excuse to not lift a finger on the day of my birth. I cuddle down into my now-wrapped-around-me overfluffed lavender comforter (from my Nana) and I silently observe it all coming down. I am reminded of near silent mornings at The Homestead and am convinced it would take so little to complete the memory; a crackle from the wood stove, the aroma of oatmeal and coffee endlessly lingering.

There I could feel alone, but never lonely. The same is true today, where I (we) planted myself (ourselves). It is in this place and mindset I can clearly express my innerworkings, whatever the chosen medium. Write. Paint. Sing. Play. Sit quietly. Wonder.

Lemon-Ginger Turmeric Tea down my throat, Eucalyptus-sweet Orange covered toes soothe me as I enjoy fresh orange slices. Burrowed in my blanketed couch I am silent as I await my late-sleeping-beauty to rise and shine on this day.

This is me; I am wordy, dirty, nerdy, flirty, and surly.

I am 30.

I MADE IT!

I made it.

Me.

I am grateful. Thank you for the challenges. Thank you for the praise and extra oomphs! Thank you for unveiling the gift of my tribe, my people. Thank you for these gifts inside of me. Thank you for the love.

My prayer, mantra, meditation:

Let love never be wasted.

Let our arms fall, in peace.

Let me heal quickly, recover vibrantly.

Let the next adventure begin.

I love you.

Until Later, Lovies . . .

MKG