Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Fifty is Not Old For a Tree
(This is a picture of an ancient tree in Stanley Park in Vancouver. It's still there, you can walk inside it.)
A good friend of mine has turned fifty with much grace and fanfare. "After all", she laughed, "Fifty is not old...for a tree".
A group of friends (all women) toasted her new decade by drinking champagne and eating chocolate in a hot-tub, while a November storm blew around us and the blue herons called from the beach down below. We toasted the mothers who gave birth to us: after all, THEY are the ones who did all the work on our original birthday.
Afterwards, climbing steaming from the wonderful water, we ate fantastic food as we sat by the roaring fireplace. We were a scandalously-clad bunch, clad in towels, and er, less than towels. One woman wore flannel bunny pyjamas and felt she was overdressed somehow.
"I've never been at such a informally attired dinner party", I had to admit.
We talked long into the night, this wonderful group of women and I. Not a person in the house except for me was younger than forty-nine. They were all beautiful, strong, talented women..and proud to be their age. It was refreshing.
Two nights ago I was at another birthday party. It was fun, grandly fun, but one thing puzzled me. Everybody there thought they were old. This time, the birthday girl was turning thirty-one, and the guests ranged in age from early twenties all the way up to..well, let's just say I was the most elderly thing alive in the room at age thirty-three.
There was much talk of aging and wrinkles and the horror of being called a "cougar", an older woman trying to date younger men.
I wanted to say, nay, DID say: good lord, people! you are NOT old! This is the prime of our lives and it's getting better and better. We have such potential.