The thing about surviving.....

I sit here now, after lounging all day in bed with movies and a book, wondering what it is like to survive. Last year I did not see my future. This year others have died. Over the years I have mourned many who did not survive. I feel there is a bitter sweetness about surviving. I look at it from both ends. One end looks like hope or skating away from the hands of death like a child playing tag. Then the other end looks very contorted and filled with questions that have no answers and confusing codes like the periodic table, confusing to the non scientific mind.

I wonder why some leave earlier than others or why some live to be over 100 years old despite their horrible diets or packs of cigarettes smoked. I wonder why youth can be given and taken so quickly. I feel sad for those who walk the planet dead but still taking in air as if they had no idea of what they we are wasting or any thought of leaving more for those who do actually treasure every moment.

I look at this day, my birthday, as a day of reflection for all the goodness there is and for all the equally weirdness that prevails. Then I sit back and breathe in air with the great love and zest of what the O2 brings and I look around and feel both blessed and cursed at once. Part of me feels lucky and blessed to be alive and the other part feels guilty for some odd reason that other's whose lives once burned bright dimmed so quickly. That is the irony of life. On this day of my birth the irony hits home even more so than ever. The O2 smells that much sweeter.

Douglas made videos for my Christmas gift and for my birthday. He also made one for Dad's birthday. We watched these yesterday and today feeling it all flow through me, the years I have been breathing and all the faces who breathe no more. I am in awe of that awareness and of the life I have been re-given so many times.

I am blessed and blissed. The symmetry and irony meld into one life touched and molded by so many. I give thanks for that. I give thanks for my loved ones, especially my sweet mate Douglas.( I will forgive him for some of the photos he sent our family of me in times least attractive) then I look at him in wonder because I am so lucky. There is no irony in love like that and in the gift of love and life. That is pure magic.

So for this new year the gift I give to you all is the gift of love and life........Pure and simple.