Today, it’s my birthday and I’m 60. This age feels like something of a threshold, perhaps to unleash the Crone within. We’re already friends, but now I enter the period of embodiment.
I do believe I have never before felt quite so accepting of my age, nay, welcoming and embracing of it, than I do now.
That’s probably because of all the healing I’ve done and, of course, welcoming my soul into my integrated self so that little things like ageing don’t seem to matter so much anymore.
But also, I have to say that the older I get, the more settled with myself I feel. The more empowered I have become, the more liberated from the norms or the opinions of others and society in general. The better my life has become. So, I suppose it’s fair to say that growing old suits me and I ‘fit’ myself and my life better and better every day.
It feels like these are the good years I’ve been working towards for a long time. This is my time, this is when I get to be and do what I felt was my soul path all along. Here I am, embracing the path of the shamanic healer, the psychic, the channeller, the medium, the storyteller, the lore carrier, the artist. Gosh, just how lucky I am! And I truly feel immensely grateful for all the gifts I found along the way.
So, I’m certainly not kicking being 60, I’m simply being present with myself, sensing that age is an illusion. It would be nice to have a special celebration day for every person once a year, but without the need to make it about the number of years, just about the wonder of being alive.
Only a truly magical place could be right for this magical threshold of a birthday. The most magical place I know is the place you see in the photo above. This is Three Cliffs Bay photographed from Pobbles Beach on the Gower peninsular. Half a mile from the house I grew up in.
This recent night-time shot shows the Milky Way in all its glory and you can also see bioluminescence in the sea, a rare event to witness. This is where I spent my 14th birthday with friends, the same week I left Wales and my heart was torn apart by the loss of this profoundly magical landscape and the deep, abiding power it contains.
Now, I’m back living in this area and that’s worth marking by returning to this stunning beach for my 60th birthday celebration, the place that is my forever ‘Cynefin’.
The word ‘Cynefin’ is a Welsh word that is swaddled in so many layers of meaning, difficult to translate. It’s meaning encompasses a very personal sense of place, belonging and familiarity. A place where one feels an instinctive belonging and deep connection with the landscape. A place of power and magic that is where my heart belongs.