Who would have thought? I am 66 yrs. old today. Twenty-three years older than my father when he passed away, and thirteen years older than my mother when she passed on. It may be that their relatively young demises led me to seek out the youth-ifying benefits of yoga. I can’t say for sure.
The first enjoyable thing I did on this beautiful balmy, summery day was head for the Yoga Shed…not to do yoga but to do weights. I do enjoy creating muscles, especially arms and shoulders.
The second enjoyable thing was having coffee with Daniel and friends Rick and Heather at the cafe on the river.
Number three was greeting our weekend guests Peter and Billy, up from Sydney to help me celebrate my birthday. We took them to the ocean for a walk, an unfailingly wonderful thing to do.
Four was having my birthday dinner, which Peter lovingly and almost non-chalantly prepared. The six of us shared an extraordinary bottle of Duckhorn merlot which Daniel and I brought back from our visit to the Napa-Sonoma Valley in October.
And finally, we did my favourite group entertainment, playing a sort of parlour game called “Famous Names”. What is so engaging for me is the potential for laughing until one is crying at something so stupid that it will invariably lose its humour in translation, but who cares.
I had so many birthday greetings…texts, Facebook messages, phone calls and emails. I feel well-loved and blessed.

Eve in Eden