Hope is the thing with Feathers
Tomorrow begins the last year of my forties.
Birthdays are kind of funny things. We all feel like it is a day that belongs to us alone. Have you ever been in a restaurant and heard people singing happy birthday to another table and you just have to look.... "It's their birthday too!" Somehow we feel a little kinship with that person across the room... It's like your own personal New Years' Eve. New beginnings. "This will be the year I...."
Tomorrow will be a day spent with friends, opening cards, eating cake (better take the doggies for TWO runs today), and being with loved ones. I am truly blessed by the people that surround me. My husband of 21 years; my sons (who still make me home-made cards every year), and my dear, dear girlfriends that are the steel magnolias that I have come to depend on so much for their love, support, honesty... in all that we share in our new creative paths....
we are the keepers of each other's dreams. Whenever we get entangled in the "what if's" and uncertainties of our path.... we are each other's hope with feathers. This is a day of thanksgiving for all of you special women in my life that know me so deeply. I read that in some cultures you give gifts to "other" people on your own birthday....I would love that, for it would truly be a gift from the heart.