The day after...

The day after your birthday is always strange.
Or at least it is for me. I am left to think about what the new year will bring and what the past year was all about.
And then there is always the feeling of, "What the heck just happened, I am how old?"
Some things are just bigger than you are. Like the earth spinning around and around the sun, like birthdays, or like this preying mantis for instance...



Thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes.
It means a lot to me. And deep down I still feel like a little girl.



I am exhausted from the past three days of celebrating. I am ready to just sleep for a day or so, curl up with my man, the dog and the cats and just snuggle.
But that is not in the plans. I teach and work, and then get the house ready for yet another holiday festivity.
Fondue and wine on Friday night with Andy's family from the Bay Area/So. Cal. I am looking forward to the evening, and the sharing of the house and the family and the food (and did I mention wine?).


I am looking up for all that joy and energy, feeling rooted and strong in this life, yet growing.
Always growing up and up and up.
All that love and celebration that is in the air right now? I am trying to take it in, and give it back as well.
I am going to enjoy as the season and this brand new year unfolds infront of me...