My birthday is next month. October 23. I'll be thirty-nine.
There is a certain something that I want to do... though I'm not sure what, yet.
Something about a Month of Sundays.
Something about lots of sitting in quiet.
Lots of time for meditation and contemplation.
Lots of heeding messages from the twitterings and cheepings of my bird friends, and tumbling rivers and whispering winds.
Lots of time for writing, and lots of wisdom.
I'm not sure.
But for some reason this year I am called to celebrate.