Buds upon the branches of a new tree, the clear sky is a soft blue in the background
“Buds of New Universes” Photo by Author Jenny Lane

I Become this Nowism: Reflections Upon the Day of my Birth

Jenny Lane
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3 min readApr 14, 2024


The buds beginning again. Their own little universes of life upon the tree being of destiny. A bird chirps so loudly it distracts any words, as if on my shoulder this morning. It flies off into the day. So shall I too.

Making my time to rest in between the flutter.

Peace moments.

A budding branch above the shore and lake. The sky has a few clouds, the sky and lake a soft blue.
“The Browns and Blues of my Lake “ Photo by Author Jenny Lane

Yesterday was the day of my birth, 44! All these glorious revolutions around the sun! Here’s to at least 77 peaceful, healthful, joyful more!

The windchimes chime.

It was a day of self reflection, of meaning, of relaxation and rest. A gift I gave to myself for just being. Usually rest is something I grant to myself after earning it, like strawberries.

Ripples upon the water of the lake
“Make ripples in being love “ Photo by Author Jenny Lane

This forty-forth year I will rest just because. I will eat strawberries just because. And calm my body to celebrate this Nowism of being alive, just because I am being. That is enough in and of itself.



Jenny Lane

An overthinking human who writes to make room in her mind and peace in our hearts. Art and words are my love letters to the world.