Prompt for December 6 | Project Reverb

Blowing Out the Candles: You’re another year older!  How did you celebrate the passage of another year?  Did it turn out the way you had hoped?

via Prompt for December 6 | Project Reverb.

As it happens, I’m not another year older yet. I’m not rushing to be 49 a day before I officially get there.

I’ve got a bottle of caramel whiskey which I found during a trip to Sudbury earlier this year. (My nephew, Zack, is attending university and living up there now). I’m going to enjoy a couple of shots of that and have a day of doing whatever comes along.

As it turns out, my birthday is also the day a friend of Zack’s is arriving here from the US. So I will have company at some point.

If things were different…. I would have loved to take off on the VIA Rail train for at least a month. It would be lovely to travel again. I’d even stay at a couple of hotels rather than skimping on pennies and staying at hostels all the way. There is something nice about waking up alone in a hotel on nice, crisp sheets. The day feels so fresh and untouched when you are in a different place, physically and mentally.

Happy Birthday to Me

I just got a birthday card from my Mom.

Daughter,

You are the author of your own life.

It’s up to you to dream it, imagine it, sketch it, shape it, build it, go after it, and make it happen.

And then colour it in with bright, shining shades of joy and deep, lasting shades of meaning that are yours and yours alone.

No one else can know the dreams you dream or the strengths you have within you that will help you make your dreams come true.

No one else needs to.

Because they’re yours.

And so it today.

Happy Birthday.

Happy B-Day Zack

To a Nephew, Born During a Mexican Hurricane

A hurricane welcomed you into this world
Winds have pushed you along from a tow-headed toddler
to 2 diet Cokes and 2 freezies, chips and dip and the newspaper.
A boy who looked for magical creatures with me.
A boy getting tall, stronger and not so much a boy any more.

I remember you. I watch you.
Your life has been a part of my life.
You grow fast, the speed of wind.

So many things I could tell you, talk to you about.
I’ve seen all kinds of storms, rainy days, snowy afternoons
If I could give you all of it, like a book to read, I would
But, life comes in steps and you have to take each one yourself.
Still, you’re never facing the wind alone.

I can block some of the wind while you check your map
Remind you to bring a coat, wear your boots.
Feed you and keep you and watch your hurricane blow.

Zack Brown on the Eve of his 15th Birthday

Written by my nephew, Zack Brown.

My last minute
As a person of my age
I feel time slipping by
And it’s a feeling that I hate

But we all get older
We all grow up
And even though it can be good
Sometimes it sucks

So here’s to new year
Full of magic and life
And hopes that by next time
I’ll have grown in my age

Happy Birthday Zack. You’re getting older, wiser but you’re still lukewarm (not 18 and hot, yet).