Bubbie's 90th Birthday Toast

Bubbie next to Leo the Lion

Bubbie at 90!

“Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you, and all the things you do.” ~ Yellow, Coldplay

Growing up, my mother would read the horoscopes from the Washington Post. That’s not to say that my mother actually believed in these horoscopes. Looking them up was always more of a lark, a fun part of her daily ritual of reading the newspaper with my father over their morning cups of coffee.

And so before school, when my brother and sister and I would come downstairs for breakfast, my mother would report to us our fortunes and fates for the day. And this continued into our young adulthood, over the phone when I’d call home from college or when one of us would have a major event, and then later on, here and there, whenever we’d chat.

But that was some time ago, and it’s been a long while since my mother reported our horoscopes. And to be honest, horoscopes don’t necessarily align with my mother’s preference for taking each day as it comes and dealing with things as they happen.

Still, with all that said, I figure her 90th birthday would be the perfect opportunity to return the favor, and so I’ve done a little research into my mom’s horoscope, so I could share her fortune and fate with her!

I wasn’t surprised to learn that the sun just happens to be illumating her sign. My mother is a Leo, and apparently this solar return is ideal for leadership and visibility. And that makes a lot of sense to me, because as the matriarch of our family, she has long been its center. Pragmatic and compassionate, she has guided us, taught us, set examples for us. My mother is gracious and accepting, informed and curious, easy to talk to. People can’t help but be drawn to her.

My mother also happens to be the founder and editor of a weekly Shabbat message, collating photos and reporting by text the happenings of her children, her grandchildren and her great grandchildren. And she is the unofficial – but really official - moderator of our family’s daily NYT’s gaming group. Throughout the day – and often the night – she diplomatically acknowleges our wins and losses, making sure our egos remain intact after being attacked by the Mini, Strands, Connections, and Wordle.

My mother is an anchor in the sea of our daily lives. We are all in different places, yet she is with us morning, noon, and night. On the way to work with Marla. On a coffee run with Ben. Tagging jewelry with Alexandra. Analyzing puzzles with Saul. Conversing with her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. And going on excursions with me! My mother knows my friends, my children’s friends, the children of my children’s friends, our home lives, our work lives, and more. She’s even game to join our group Facetimes long after the sun’s gone down, each of us from under our covers.  

According to astrology, my mother’s horoscope says that this year both brilliance and originality are in the air! And this hardly surprises me, either, as my mother’s brilliance has always been - and continues to be - something she shares freely with her family and friends. It shines not only through her steady and grounded wisdom, which so many of us turn to, but also through the quiet radiance of her gentle presence. Those lucky enough to be near her get to bask in the calm and soothing glow of her equanimity. More succintly, her horoscope notes “an unseen grace” that grants “a fulfilling sense of harmony whenever hurdles appear.”

And on that note, I want to thank my mom for all her love and support for me and for Alexandra and Ben over all the years. And I also want to mention my father, whom I know would have had the same to say to her on this remarkable occasion.

It’s my mother’s 90th birthday, and the cosmos say that she has entered a time of reflection, legacy, and quiet strength. And as far as her fortune and fate? Well, I’m happy to report that the heavens have decreed the year ahead to be filled with lightness and joy, as the stars invite her to honor all that she has given and all that she has yet to share.

Moon

Moon

Dancing in the moonlight; everybody feeling warm and right. It's such a fine and natural sight; everybody's dancing in the moonlight. ~ King Harvest

In many cultures the moon is tied to motherhood.

It is a constant, always there even if it can’t be seen. The pull of the moon is strong, rocking the ocean’s tides in a timeless lullaby. Its light illuminates the darkness, no matter its shape or size.

I’m a mother, and I’ve got the moon in my chart. I’ve had two astrological readings, one by an Aryuvedic astrologer, and one by a Kabbalistic astrologer. And both speak of the strong presence of the moon, residing in some place with some sort of explanation, most of which comes down to the fact that mothering is big for me, and it’s prominently in the house!

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Inner Strength

Inner Strength

There is a pose in yoga called Tadasana, otherwise known as Mountain Pose.

In Tadasana, we move to the top of our mats and just stand there straight and tall. Nothing fancy. No twists. No binds. No balancing. We even get to close our eyes.

Sounds simple enough to just stand there but, actually, a lot is going on.

I always feel as if I am building this pose, bit by bit. The instructor usually runs down a checklist of the body. First, we stand as tall as possible with our feet rooting into the ground and our necks stretched long. Then, we are told to press our shoulders down and reach our arms along our sides. We are reminded to face our palms forward and reach through the fingertips.

We draw in our bellies, close our eyes and breathe.

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Speech

Speech

Some things we hold in our minds. Some things we hold in our words.

And, when there are no thoughts or words, our bodies speak for us. Mine speaks to me in the yoga studio.

Two weeks ago, my body yelled at me when I pulled what I discovered was my Quadratus Lumborum. A big name for a little muscle in my lower back. I had to roll up my mat and leave the practice early.

That night, I booked an appointment with my miraculous masseuse who had once before fixed up the same sore muscle. Then, I skipped my next yoga class.

Anxious to return but moving too fast, I attended a couple more classes before realizing I just needed to give it a rest.

I gave it heat, ice and Ibuprophen and then booked two more massages.

I was off my regular practice schedule for two weeks and, oddly enough, it felt as if I had lost my voice!

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Music

Music

Certain songs carry me back.

Without a second thought, a song can make me remember a time, a place, a person, a feeling.

Music does this. It brings memories to mind in an instant, measuring out segments of times long thought forgotten.

I think music is what got me hooked on yoga in the first place.

Not every yoga class has music, but I was fortunate enough to start at a studio that was somehow plugged into my playlist.

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Standing Tall

Standing Tall

Standing on your hands in class does not make you a better yogi; instead, standing on your feet in the chaos of the street is what makes you better.

These were the words of the New York City yoga instructor one summer morning when my daughter finally, triumphantly, nailed a Handstand.

Surroundings can impact us.

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Cinderella

Cinderella

Once upon a time I believed in only good things.

I just assumed that I could anticipate what might be coming next, that it would be positive and that things, whatever they might be, would simply just fall into place.

It’s a fair assumption that I grew up pretty much thinking I would lead the life of Cinderella. Prince Charming, and all.

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Wake Up Call

Wake Up Call

Wake up to how big you can be in your life.

These were the words of my yoga instructor the other night.

I was at class following my work day, trying to recommit to my workout. Although I had been practicing regularly, I felt my dedication was slipping, and my body knew this, too.

That night I unrolled my mat more so to wake up my muscles and less so to wake up my mind.

As usual, though, yoga gave me something more than I was seeking.

Earlier that day on my drive to work I received a morning pep talk by phone from my very patient mother. 

I was having what I call a short-sighted morning,  and I could not see the forest for the trees.

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Turkey Sandwiches

Turkey Sandwiches

Yoga is a mindful practice that spills over into other parts of life.

It lifts the spirits, calms the mind, deepens the soul and strengthens the body.

Not only does it tone the muscles, but it increases consciousness about what to feed those muscles.

Over the years, I would usually eat most any item on a menu. I never really steered clear of red meat, frequently ate salads topped with chicken, made a mean short rib barley soup and created comfort meals of meatloaf and my signature meatballs. Family celebrations would find us at the Palm, where I would order the Filet Mignon.

But that was all before yoga.

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Half Moon

Half Moon

I am not sure how this connection came to be, but theonly way for me to balance in the yoga pose of Half Moon is to visualize my son standing at the far end of the studio.

Sometimes, he is in his tennis whites like he was in middle and high school. Sometimes, he is in a suit, like he is now in at his job.

Somehow, seeing him enables me to maintain my footing in the pose.

Seeing my son has always seemed to ground me.

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