Yesterday was my birthday and I received lots of love, through the phone, in person, and through the magic of the internet. Love how, through email and Facebook, people can send loving messages.
- I am grateful for the people in my life. For knowing that I make an impact on people. It’s so interesting and rewarding, to know that the legacy I have begun to build is one that’s positive and useful.
- I am grateful for my commitment to being of service to others.
- I am grateful for my birthday being such a holy day—Day of the Dead. Día de los Muertos. The three days from Samhain on the 31st to Day of the Dead on the 2nd are the days when the veils between the worlds are thinnest, when we get to commune with, dance with, our beloved dead.
There is a park in San Francisco—Garfield Park—where people gather and make ofrendas (altars) to their honored dead on Day of the Dead. It my birthday tradition to visit those altars, to acknowledge my dead and everyone else’s, to listen to the drumming and to experience the solemn joy of this sacred day. This year I got to go with Ladybug and Avery, and to walk through the Mission, looking at people and eating a delicious dinner at Ladybug’s favorite taqueria. There is also a procession, which I’ve never attended because of the crowds. Last night I decided that next year, should I be so lucky to be here for this day, that I will in fact get my face painted and process with the muertos.
- I am grateful for this beautiful sunny morning. The light is so different as the days continue to shorten. The sun is low and the rays are strong. [There is no mention of election results in this post, because I just don’t wanna go there. It’s intentional.] Life is beautiful. Life is a blessing. Every lesson and every challenge. I feel quite graced and blessed and am honored to share it.