It’s my birthday today. I’ve given myself two birthday presents.
One was a day with nature. I started the day with a long and playful walk in the woods. The forests in Finland (where I am right now) make me feel like a little girl; the strawberries you can pick and munch on as you go; the butterflies flapping their colorful capes; the lakes that you stumble upon and can take a dip in.
I feel young today, even younger than the 33 that I am. I’m staying with mummo, my grandma, who turned 90 on Monday. I’m in a residency for the elderly. Last year, I wrote about the pace and spirituality I found in this home. I am experiencing the same sentiments again, being around old people is the best way to feel young. It makes you appreciate youth in a different way that any miracle potion or beauty secret ever could. I’m not talking about the physical element of youth, although that’s there too of course. What I feel strongly whenever I’m around old people is that I still have so much to learn about life, things that only time can teach. And I understand that the curiosity that I still have towards life is youthful.
I’ve recently also made some time for the only thing that truly makes me forget the concept of time, namely creative writing. I’ve been working on a poetry book about journeys through the spaces of home, diaspora, relationships and more. I just finished the last piece and so my second gift to myself is a completed poetry collection. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it but I think I want to share it with you guys here on my blog. Guess I’ll need to figure out how to publish an e-book. Sigh. Lol.
Or maybe ill just get myself a third gift and pay someone to do it for me. Any suggestions?
Well, either way, lots of love and youth to you from Tampere, Finland.—