“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.” Ray Bradbury
This post is in celebration of:
100 blog posts
60 years on the planet
60 people who got me through some rough times
I began this blog in 2009. It was after I’d futzed around for a year trying to get up the energy to write a book. Finally, I decided to surrender the book and create a blog. The title Full Moon Path came about as a result of seeing a road in Montana named New Moon Path. I was on a road trip at the time, trying to decide what to do about my marriage, my life, my everything. I fancied owning a house in the country down a private road named Full Moon Path and I’d have a red barn, like the one in my night time dream, that housed a stage and a piano. It was a flying dream too and I floated above the barn rafters taking it all in. That was in 2004 and in 2009, I finally put the name to use. It didn’t take long for me to discover that the Full Moon Path is so much more than what it seems; 100 posts about shadow, light, cycles, navigating the unknown; the spaces between.
“There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of the people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will have truly defeated age.” – Sofia Loren
In June I turned 60. 60 years on this planet. 60 wonderful years well supported by a loving family, good friends, amazing educators, coaches and advisers. I was well feted with numerous phone calls, cards, gifts and dinners. I had the exquisite pleasure of spending a week in Tahoe as the guest of my coach and dear friend, Jeanine. We hiked, explored, collaged our visions, partied with other friends at the Ritz on Northstar and on the beach at Sand Harbor. Here are some photos from that week.
Rincon Trail Lake Tahoe
I’ve lived a privileged life, a colorful life, an introspective and reflective life, a creative life, a coupled and singled life.
I’ve lived in the most beautiful places on the California Coast: San Diego, Santa Barbara, San Clemente, Marin County and Santa Cruz.
I’ve lived through my personal dark night of the soul and the karmic lessons of betrayal several times over, the kind of lessons that brought me to my knees and found me shaking my fists at the sky pleading “Please don’t ever make me come back here again!”
It’s the people in my life that form the fibers, the weaving of the supportive hammock that held me aloft, saved me from drowning, these 60 years.
So, I sat down to come up with 60 names I want to celebrate.
The people who were the soft place to land, the homes away from home, the ones who were the first to get the call when everything fell apart, the ones who endured countless “emergency” calls after that.
The ones who helped me see who I am and what I’m made of when the people I thought loved me betrayed me, the ones who re-birthed me, nurtured me and championed me.
All of them told me the truth.
I am not naming the rogues, frenemies and lovers. They hold another position in my life and I honor them too, but they are not the focus of this particular celebration.
I am not naming my family members either, though each and every one of them holds a special place in my hammock.
I smile with tears in my eyes as I write the word celebration because I think of celebration as something with tiaras and loud noise makers, lots of people, music and dancing.
This is somehow quieter. It is this deep river of gratitude that runs through me.
It is so heart-opening to receive the beauty of being loved and cared for by so many others. Try and judge yourself as unworthy, unlovable, not enough (common core limiting beliefs) in the face of so much evidence to the contrary!
So here they are, my friends, my rescuers, my heroes and heroines; the people who were there to pick up the pieces and put them back together again. (There is no order to this whatsoever):
Joette, Lindsey, Leigh, Wendy, Ingrid,
Leslie, Brooks, Jeanine, Cyndie, Jordonna,
Jan, Val, Verna, Lil, Paul,
Kate, Arvid, Dawn, Betty, Elaine,
Mary, Trudy, Judy, Julie, Grace,
Nicki, Karen, Diana, Kathrin, David,
Jann, Jim, David, Sue, Mark,
Jamie, Kathy, Pemma, Karen, Michele,
Tina, Gerry, Cynthia, Judy, Diane,
Mikol, Elisabeth, Gini, Joan, Jean,
Henry, Patrick, David, Leza, John,
Evelyn, Robin, Keri, Margo, Camilla
Here’s to YOU!
I celebrate you beautiful spirits,
beautiful minds and hearts,
beautiful beings, who had a hand in creating me.
I celebrate your honesty, your stories,
your gifts and skills, your laughter,
your smiles, your tears and compassion.
I celebrate your strength and wisdom,
your generosity and playfulness,
your music and your poetry.
I celebrate your patience and your impatience (when you proclaimed “enough!”).
I celebrate the profound gift of being alive to experience receiving, loving and knowing you.
I celebrate you and I thank you for the immense pleasure of your majestic company on this full moon path.
A tiara was involved after all!
PS: I wrote a small note of appreciation to each of the people I named to let them know about this post. I cried for hours as I did so and today I have the swollen eyes to show for it. And, I have a softened and opened heart. I recommend this exercise to all of you. Meanwhile, I have many other friends whom I cherish and who did not have to walk the narrows with me, so may not be on this particular list. It’s just a list. This is a party to which everyone is invited.
copyright(c) July 2012, Kathy J Loh, All Rights Reserved (including images)