Contentment
At the dawn of a new decade
I sit in quiet contentment, late into the night, the celebrations over, the echoes imprinted as moon glow on snow. That is to say, it’s beautiful. I let the breath of each blessing, five full decades in the making, to settle into my bones, so grateful to have learned and to have landed more deeply in love with this life. ---------------------- This poem is for everyone that made this milestone birthday such a beautiful celebration of love and friendship. It is my heart-open thanks to each of you for being in my life; I am so grateful. At 52 and 53, I faced the uncertainty of a cancer diagnosis, multiple surgeries, months of chemo and radiation, the loss of hair and thankfully, the loss of complacency that tomorrow will come. It is one of the reasons I retired at 58 with the desire to live more fully into what really matters. I started paying attention with more intention, loving with more abandon, and writing as a means of offering something beautiful to the world (that was my hope). At 60, I am content in a way that opens my eyes to the wonder, joy and beauty of this life. And because of you all, I have come to realize it is good to be known and to love and be loved so well.



Another nice poem! You've made some good choices in your life . . . I strongly feel GOOD CHOICES over LUCK most of the time. It seems odd that the "baby" of the group is now 60! And BTW, my favorite decade was the 60s.
Happy Birthday, Holly.