I heard a radio announcer say today that the earth went to bed angry last night. From the headlines it certainly seems the case. A cyclone hit the Australian coast; a volcano erupted in Iceland; another avalanche killed in British Columbia and flooding occurred in the US Midwest. These meteorological events seem incongruous with my experience of life these days.
I spent a near perfect night last Friday.
It was a pastiche of my most favourite things. I supped a sumptuous feast at our quirky local haunt. I enjoyed a wonderfully bold red. I laughed. I felt loved. I ate something delicious and sweet. I plotted, philosophized and gossiped. I shone. I commiserated. I argued politics, which films really deserved Oscar, and chatted about good recent reads. I sat contented surrounded by family and friends and hugged them well before heading home.
March is like that for me. I’m a very very lucky girl.
The older I get, the more acutely aware I become of quality of life. How I spent my time, how fleetingly life passes; how seasons blend together, years even. I suppose this is common enough. But today, on my birthday, I feel it more. It is becoming increasingly important for me to follow my proverbial bliss. Spending Marchy kind of nights such as I have done recently. Searching the cobwebbed corners of my brain for the right words as I edit my novel. Walking my dogs on crisp mornings. Bliss.
In retrospect, I feel a bit weird today about the bounty I have in my life particularly in light of the devastation that is going on in many parts of the world. I am not ungrateful for what I have. I can chock up my present thoughts to the notion that, especially after the globally stormy night, one never really knows what is around the corner. I know it is important to live well and fully. While all true, these rationalizations rings a tad insufficient. I am usually so completely aware of how rich my life is in so many ways, that to feel awkward about it does not sit quite right with me. I wonder if my final birthday gift this year comes more in the form of a reminder. I have pinned to my fridge an oft quoted phrase which resonates today. To those whom much is given, much is expected.
And so, what will I do?
It is a good birthday gift. An invitation to do something. More.
About Me
- muhbuh
- A part time writer and insatiable bookworm, I started this blog with the idea to challenge myself to read more and slim down. Two years in, having read some wonderfully entertaining and thought provoking works and sitting several pounds lighter, I continue to muse about the absurdity of life - mine specifically and the world at large, what inspires surprises and angers me, books and other entertainments, my dogs, my unending struggle to balance healthy self esteem and the desire to lose weight, my travels and any other notion buzzing round in my noggin - all that which makes up the jumbalaya that is life chez MB. Well that’s the plan, anyway...wink.
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