7/17/15 RMB
Birthday’s End
Dear Rita Mae
Brown,
Birthday cards
from dawn to dusk, well wishes by phone, email and text, gifts and visits, hugs
and flowers, so begins my 51st year. And my 50th ends.
Today the sweet
treats are almost gone and the vase of blossoms go home with me from the
office. I am feeling blessed and perplexed.
On this day
after my birthday, more than on most days, I wonder. What is it we celebrate?
How much of me is there in the giving as I receive these gifts? They are for
me, not given out randomly to strangers. They fulfill my wishes, preferences
and likes. Is this simply an exchange of gratitude? Are our lives an integration
of selves?
A date on the
calendar, with its sunrise and starry night, appears much like the day before
and the one that will follow. Yet, when we gather, we share an essence of
being. As if to capture a moment before it slips away, we mark our days with festivities,
so no being will pass unnoticed, every life will leave a mark before it moves
on. Each will have their moment, in some way, at some time. Somewhere below the
laughter, the words and the eye contact, bridges are built.
Person to
person, one generation to the next, we carry one anothers wishes and dreams. Our
pulses quicken or relax as we learn each others rhythm. This path we travel is
part of a grander scheme than any one of us could devise, where each is made
strong by carrying anothers burden, made wise through anothers lessons and
made kind with the blessing of anothers Light.
Cheers!
Loraine
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