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Sixty-three

This is the last photo I took at the age of 62.

Not wanting to know much about getting old (I don’t mean older, I mean old: late seventies, eighties, beyond) is probably a human survival characteristic.  What’s the use of knowing anything about it ahead of time?  You’ll find out enough when you get there.

~ Ursula K. LeGuin, No Time to Spare

First photo at the age of 63.

Another year has gone by.  Another turn around the sun, as they say, and I’m another year older.  This “date which will live in infamy” is also my birthday.  I am 63 years old today.  Not old, as Ursula K. LeGuin would put it, but old enough.  I think she might be right about there being little to no use in knowing ahead of time what’s to come with aging.  It’s there for all to see, if we really want to know.  Most of us, I would venture to guess, have people in our lives that are in their late seventies, eighties, or nineties.  We could ask them what it’s like.  I’m not sure what kind of answers you would get, but can tell you that a man I know who is in his nineties keeps insisting he isn’t old.  He doesn’t want to live in a senior community because all the people who live there are OLD.

Perhaps he means they act old.  Or perhaps he is just in denial about his own oldness.

A letter to myself.

As part of the Mandala Magic fun in the first module, we were to write a letter to ourselves about our intentions for the course.  What is it I wanted to do?  What did I wish to accomplish, if anything?  After writing the letter (on the back of the image you see above), I did as instructed and sealed it in an envelope that was glued to the front of my art journal.  (Yes, I know.  I’m repeating what was in my list of gratitudes in yesterday’s post.  One of the privileges of growing older is that I’m allowed to repeat and repeat and repeat.)  Yesterday I painted the back of the letter (as you can see above) and then cut it apart to make a collage.

Last words, not yet arranged or glued.

Because we started in the dark (on the Winter Solstice), I decided to end there (hence, the black mandala/circle).  It was an exercise I very much enjoyed.  As I get ready to start on my next art journal project (an act of love), I am going to do something similar so that I’ll have that to work with when I get to the end of the year.  I originally thought I’d start on the Winter Solstice again but why not start on my birthday?  I can think of no good reason not to, and many good reasons to go right ahead.

Shimmering lights on the water.

In keeping with a new resolve to learn something about brevity, I will resist the urge to keep rambling.  Thank you so much for dropping by today.  Have some ice cream and cake.  There are no calories in birthday ice cream and cake so you can eat as much as you’d like.  When you finish, let’s go to the Point and see what kind of show sunset has in store for us.  Sunset is scheduled for 4:43 PM.  I think I’ll go early so I can take a short walk.  It’s chilly today.  Bundle up.  They are saying that we might even get some snow tomorrow, but those who are saying so are also pointing out that it’s not very likely.  It depends on what arrives first — the rain or the cold air.

Please be safe, be well, and find some time to just be.

Does anyone know what these flowers are? And why they are still blooming? We’ve had several hard frosts/freezes. I’m guessing the protection of the zinnias, even after death, is keeping them warm enough to continue on for a while longer. They get the first bit of morning sunlight, too.

A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy:  1,926)  Morning birthday wishes from those I love (and who, it seems, love me back).  1,927)  Flowers continuing to bloom in spite of cold and frosts and freezes.  1,928)  Sitting on the dock this morning, my face up to the sun, enjoying the warmth of the light even though the air itself was cold.  1,929)  M, always and forever.  1,930)  Lasagna for lunch today.  Yum!!

Going out with the tide.

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21 thoughts on “Sixty-three

  1. Sounds like a wonderful bday, especially the sunset part. Wonder what you two wonderful cooks are cooking up for bday dinner? Love you!

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  2. Happy Birthday, Robin! You’ve made another trip around the sun and I’m wishing you many more. 🙂 Those flowers are Sweet Alyssum and they favor cooler weather and fade in the heat of summer, usually self-sowing and returning in the fall. They can take a few frosts, even light snow, but once it gets really cold (20s), they usually succumb. They might self-sow in your climate, so may return in spring.

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  3. Happy birthday Robin, I love the idea of creating a collage from the letter to yourself – here’s to many more blissful journeys around the sun 💜🎉

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  4. Happy Birthday, Robin! 🎂🎉
    I was with my father several times a week until he died at 91 years old and got a good feeling for what it might be like. I’m even more convinced that quality of life is more important than quantity of life. But in the end, we all do the best we can with our personalities and our particular set of physical afflictions.
    I love your artwork on the back of the letter you wrote to yourself. 💙

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  5. I initially thought the painted back of the envelope was a fabric, probably silk, wall hanging. I looked at it a long time because I thought it was so beautiful….and I wondered what museum or art gallery you were in. I love the idea of cutting it up and making something else out of it, just as much as I loved the whole piece. There’s a woman on youtube that does water color tutorials and she sometimes does an abstract watercolor that she then cuts up into book marks, or a triptic, or just separate pieces. I am always amazed at how good the pieces look on their own, just as they were amazing together. I think there’s some kind of lesson in there, but am too lazy to stop and figure it out. 🙂

    OH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

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  6. Happy Birthday!
    The back of that letter is absolutely gorgeous. What a wonderful gift to yourself! And I will absolutely partake of the 0 cal birthday cake and ice cream. Sounds like heaven :-). The sunset is just the cherry on top.

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  7. As someone turning 84 next month, I can tell you come on in, the water’s fine. If you do it right you’ve gathered more friends and solidified your interests. Your family grows and adds interesting characters. At my grandson’s Georgia wedding I added a new wonderful family of characters. Earlier our family expanded when my daughter found, through DNA, her birth parents and the sister she longed for. They are all part of my family now and trips and visits are increasing to enjoy them all while I can. Yes–while I can–is always the unsaid impetus, but it gives me courage to shed fears about meeting new people.

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  8. Happy belated birthday, Robin! (You are one year younger than me, give or take.) Your pictures and words and creativity are lovely bequests of your life, although your Being shines brightly all around those.

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  9. Happy Birthday, Robin! All the best for a wonderful new year around the sun! Sorry I don’t know what those flowers are, but they’re plucky little things, aren’t they? To still be blooming in the Northern Hemisphere in December must be some kind of record.

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  10. Hi Robin. I think the flowers are alyssum, but I was a child when I last saw them. Mom used to plant them in her flower garden. They are an edging plant so would be low to the ground. Happy Birthday.

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