Happy Birthday

Today is my birthday – really it is – I decided to wait until March 29 to write this to give me extra energy for it. I had a disagreement with Rob about birthdays when it was evident that he had no plans for mine. I promised myself I would not be a martyr and suffer in silence; I would speak up and say I wanted him to celebrate my birthday even though those things weren’t so important to him. It was important to me. I started thinking about why my birthday was important from a spiritual perspective. Clearly, it was the beginning of my independent adventure for this life on Earth. 

I like to imagine possibilities for the mystery we call the Divine and also the mystery we call life. I find it interesting to ponder at least a story, and I am often drawn to some kind of symbol to explain an interpretation. What if the egg and the sperm are like two cans of paint. (Stay with me, I know this is a stretch.) While the paint is in the can, it isn’t really anything – it doesn’t really have color, and it doesn’t do anything to speak of. But once the paint is poured and rolled onto a wall or applied to a canvas, it springs into life. So begins a colorful wall or a work of art once it becomes purposeful. That would be my birth.

On the day of my birth, the adventure began with purpose. My soul joined my body for this amazing journey. I became me – the joining of body, mind, and soul. Person. Human. Yes, I think that is worth celebrating. I am becoming more aware and more grateful all the time that I have had this opportunity.

By the way, Rob rallied. We had a wonderful day exploring the Tidal Basin in Washington DC. The Cherry Blossom Festival was in full bloom, even if it was quite cold. I love new adventures and we went to a quite uncommon Israeli restaurant that served yummy exotic small plates. Rob was very caring, and I was very grateful. We had a wonderful time together.