Thursday, June 25, 2009
I often share with others on their birthday some thoughts I like to indulge on this special day.
I travel all the way back in time to the beginning and marvel about how that specific sperm and that very egg provided by my parents met by chance. Anything else would have been someone else, not me -- the green eyed blond female who is left handed and very curious.
I then think about being born -- what a fantastic experience that must have been! How is it that I can't remember it now? Did I remember it at one month, six months, a year but by the time I found language it was somehow forgotten? I wonder.
I like to think about all the experiences I've had in my life to date -- the special and the mundane. Some were good, some were terrible but nonetheless they are the many threads that make up the fabric of my life. It is what developed the "me who was born" into the "me who is living" -- the Susan y'all meet now.
This is what makes each of us humans a one-of-a-kind type of uniqueness that borders on the sacred. I like to honor the sacredness of me on my birthday. By the universal nature of life it honors the sacredness of every one of us.
So the sacred journey continues and I am 365 days older. Lucky me.