Hi! It’s been
ages 10 days since I last wrote a post, I’m sorry. Life just got busy, y’know. What with ’18’s big birthday, and 3 gigs on 3 weekends with my fabulous boss/dearest friend, I’ve just not had time to be near my computer. Which is actually very nice, to be honest.
Except I miss y’all!
But I had to pack my stilts for 2 different festivals on 2 consecutive weekends, including my favourite music festival of the year, at which I saw no less than 15 bands. We then flew to Adelaide for a Winter Festival down by the river, at which I drifted silently like a Cloud, AND met up with fellow WordPress blogger Eve over at Unleashing the Couger – photo credit & fancy filter to Eve.
To top off the distractions, yesterday was MY birthday- a proud and delightful 52.
FIFTY TWO. HOW THA HELL did that happen? I can’t believe it; when my Mum was this age, I emigrated to Australia by myself, as a feisty, stubborn, yet-also-anxious 20-yr old, and didn’t see her for years… no Skype or FaceTime back then.
I had the loveliest day here: woke up early, lay in bed musing (my fav pastime), then when ’18’ finally woke up we went to an outdoor spa together, so sat chatting in the jacuzzis and steam rooms surrounded by bamboo and fairy lights- so pretty. A healthy lunch at home was then followed by a sunset beach walk from The Comet Woman (still flaming by, and thrilling/scaring/calming me in equal amounts).
Now I need to do some catching up on all your blogs, and get ready for my little house party this weekend: a cosy ‘Beats Bubbles and Bakes’ gathering on Saturday afternoon, with champagne, homemade cakes, pumpkin soup, and the grooviest funky dance mixes from two DJ friends… I wish I could invite you all, but then it would just get too big!
To sum up the start of this new year of my life, I wrote this on my personal FB page; sharing it here seems like a good idea.
52 hey? I have no idea what 52 is meant to look like, so I am just gonna dance, write, love, learn, explore, share, fuck up, mourn, re-centre, feast, pray, pleasure, create, and politically agitate my way through this coming year… I am filled up with Love and Gratitude for all my beloveds, who are my chosen Family, and for my funky and eccentric blood relatives, who span the globe from Madagascar to New York, Norway, Sydney and the U.K. Thank you all for your connections and support in my ongoing adventure of ageing as disgracefully and present as I can, while my darling son watches on with amusement, occasional annoyance, and a begrudging admiration which still thrills me. Let’s all keep loving each other, our unique planet, and most importantly those less fortunate than ourselves, because I am ONE LUCKY BITCH.
In gratitude for birthdays and swear words, G xO