This weekend was one of the really good ones. We have started a little literary salon up here in the north country. I invite writers I like and promise them a reading at one of the nation’s best independents, The Northshire Bookstore, comfortable lodging in a beautiful old rambling Vermont farmhouse, good food and smart conversation. This weekend Pam Houston came and we had a big fun party celebrating the book she published when she turned fifty called Contents May Have Shifted. It is a wonderful book written by a writer at the very top of her powers.
She says “Love gets bigger after forty. … After forty, love says, ‘Come one, come all.”
That seemed right to me and in celebration for my own fifty turn we all made this party together.
Friends from the Vineyard, Manahttan, along with beloved pals here and all our kids came and we stayed up late eating and drinking and talking about things like the nature of truth. We spoke too with our younger brood about safely crossing the minefields of sexual politics with confidence and kindness, dignity and respect. We considered work and contentment, risk and reward. It was in all ways satisfying sitting around with the people I love and who love me back. Pam was a lovely addition. Everyone hopes she will come back. Especially Oscar who has a new fan.
The next day the ones who were still here lay on a blanket in the garden. They sang to me and fed me cake and brought me wonderful new stuff to begin this new decade. My mind and body and all my senses were tended.
My life is full up with generous smart people who have rich inner lives and a bunch of sweet funny animals who all help me on my journey. I will go to sleep on this the eve of the birthday that has caused such concentration counting my blessings instead of sheep.
I am just all kinds of lucky.