Tomorrow, February 6th, is my birthday. Mind you, every day almost feels like my birthday nowadays! I wake up every morning amazed that I am still alive, still here in this body; a fresh being, discovering the world around me, coming into a brand-new life. Slowly, slowly my tender new winglets unfurl and open to the light.
The purpose of my life now is to be alive, as fully and as consciously as I can possibly be. It means that I am authentic with everything that moves through me – may it be joy, anger, stillness, pain, love, fear, rejoycing, doubt, relief, gratitude; just to name a few of my recent experiences.
Being alive has become a deep celebration. Even in the most difficult moments, when there are challenges. There is such freedom in that raw moment of realizing life! After all I have been through, life is still pulsating in my being and in my body. Incredible.
Every day is precious. Life is so mysterious. Being alive is a great gift. When was the last time you celebrated it?
PS. The photo above was taken after a full-body sandscrub celebration – rolling in the hot, wet sand on a deserted beach at low tide, naked. I feel so grateful and fortunate to be alive!