I have a Birthday coming up in a few weeks. I do not want to be this age. I have not accomplished everything I wanted. But looking back, there is so much light and beauty and love.
This past year I have seen things I never thought I would see, and made choices where every option was a bad decision. I do not think I am better or stronger because of these experiences. I am damaged. I am about to turn fifty and there are strands of moonlight in my hair; but then I have always loved the moon. My family is alive, and I am alive, and my trees are green and beautiful, and taller than last year.
