Yesterday I turned 44. I made a chocolate cake with coconut buttercream. I also made little finger sandwiches. A paean to my tropical post-colonial upbringing. I served this to my loved ones - old and new - and felt giddy with excitement.
But I am realising that while my heart can expand, the days and weeks cannot.
Last night as I lay curled up in the beloved's lap, relieved to be in the dark, quiet, happy to be enveloped in love, I also felt a tinge of sadness that there is not enough time and space to be with everyone. Goodbyes must be said and endured. Absences must be tolerated.
me according to Junhong
me according to Mission Hill pinot blanc
rabbit according to me, with olives and anchovies
About Me
- sufeh
- Vancouver, BC, Canada
- I am a dancer & choreographer although these days the word choreographer rests uneasily with me. I speak 6 languages badly. According to my son, "My mom makes the best crème brulée. She smells really nice. She has a good sense of what to wear. She likes to go to the beach with me. She makes me feel safe when she's around me. She's the best mom ever." I wish I was funny.
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happiest of birthdays, beautiful lady. i never would have guessed 44. i'm glad you spent it surrounded by warmth and love. we have to remember to soak in as much as we can, when we can.
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