Colorado: Living The Dream
Today I turned 52.
I woke up to this.
I am drinking coffee, eating locally grown peaches and homemade muffins. I woke up to a beautiful card and homemade brownies from the host of this bed and breakfast -- a warm, thoughtful gesture. I am heartened that a "complete stranger" thought so much of me and my birthday that she started making me birthday brownies at 9 p.m. last night when she had to get up really early this morning for work.
And I am so grateful and full of inner peace that I just can't move. Really. I don't want to move away from this spot, from this feeling, from this moment. It's everything. My soul has been yearning for this, and I don't want to rush on to something else. So I am not going to. I am going to savor this. My birthday plans then: a bit of writing, yoga outside here in this magical space, maybe a short bike ride to some of the wineries along the road, a lot of personal reflection.
How it all lead to this is a long story. And I will begin to tell it bit by bit.