Today, I am a crone.


It’s official, I’m 62 today. If I could afford to, I could apply for Social Security in a month. Now I have wisdom, I guess.

When I divorced, I began a new birthday tradition. Since I no longer had a husband to buy me a birthday present, I would buy myself a present instead. It didn’t have to be big or expensive, just an indulgence. An impulse I would not normally indulge. (Because secretly, I always assume everyone will forget my birthday.)

This year, one of my friends talked about how she was using Tibetan singing bowls as a meditation tool. “What do you have to do?” I asked. (Because I’m really bad at meditation.)

That was the good thing, she said. You didn’t have to think about anything, all you did was strike the musical note and sort of attune yourself.

Well, I’m a musical sort, I can do that, I told myself. So I tracked a set down on eBay, to be shipped from Katmandu.

And now I’m using them to meditate. I’m not sure they’re working, but I like listening to them. Happy birthday to me.

11 thoughts on “Today, I am a crone.

  1. You’re having a bad effect on me. I love those singing bowls! I’m going to go out and indulge in a set even though it’s not my birthday yet.

    Yours is almost the same day as my mother’s. Take care of yourself. Listen to the songs. Think about Milarepa.

  2. Welcome to the club. I knew there was a reason I liked your music choices, my 62nd was in May!

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