Today is my seventy-third birthday—and it feels so sweet to have made it this far. It was a busy year settling into our new home, and even with a few new aches, I am still feeling like my young self, still rocking and roiling.
After traveling the winding roads of life, I am finally living in my own rhythm: unhurried, loving the simple life, home and nature, watching life and myself quietly unfold. It’s good to be home.
I thank God every day for giving me the strength and bringing me to this moment. Here’s to many more beautiful moments and dreams still to come.
A QUIET JOY
I didn’t get here overnight—
some things went wrong
some things went right
some things I lost along the way
some things were never meant to stay.
But something in me kept its flame,
a quiet core that still remained,
a sense of who I was to be—
an inner vision carrying me.
And now I sit, and now I see
how far that road has carried me—
to home sweet home, my Holyland,
with open sky so close at hand.
Seventy-three—and what I feel
is quiet thanks for all that healed,
for all the things that came before,
for this moment, and so much more—
For purple jacaranda trees,
blue birds, hills, the velvet breeze,
the fragrant dew—and in it all
the peacful joy that fills my soul.
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Yakira Shimoni Fulks
May 28, 2026 / Citrus Hill, CA
שבעים ושלוש
אחרי כל הדרכים המתפתלות של החיים, אני סוף סוף חיה בקצב שלי — בלי למהר, אוהבת את החיים הפשוטים, את הבית, את הטבע, והימים הנפרשים לאיטם. טוב להיות בבית
אני מודה לה’ כל יום על כל מה שהיה, על כל מה שהחלים, על הרגע הזה, על כל מה שעוד יבוא, ועל הכוח להמשיך במסע,
לחיים, לשלום ושמחה ולעוד חלומות שעוד מחכים להגיע
