Many of my friends are celebrating birthdays in the next week and even though mine is not until next month I have been thinking a lot about them.. birthdays...
When we are young children we get excited about our birthdays. We think of toys and cake and parties and not much past that. As we grow to young adults they become milestones towards a sense of freedom and rights of passage. Everyone remembers when they were "legal" and could finally go out and drink or the birthday they insisted on being taken to the DMV to get that coveted learners permit. As adults our birthdays are an excuse to over indulge, drink to excess, splurge at the fancy restaurant and eat whatever we want. When it is our best friends or spouses or parents or child's birthday there is often days of pressure to find the perfect "gift" or plan the perfect outing. Any way you look at it birthdays are "big" for most people.
As a young child I made a big deal over my birthday, I even figured out when the six month mark was and would announce that as my "half birthday". I wasn't spoiled or greedy. I just wanted to have a special day where I felt loved. In a chaotic noisy house where I often felt overlooked and ignored, birthdays were a chance to standout and feel special. But it never came, I never felt special and the few times my parents did let other children over for parties it usually ended in disaster and tears. My birthdays were never fond memories. My own expectations made having a "Happy Birthday" impossible through out most of my life. Until finally somewhere around 40 I stopped celebrating them altogether and barely acknowledged them. I rarely let anyone know when my birthday was. I felt it much better to avoid painful memories and what were sure to be new disasters.
That may seem odd to many people especially those who love their birthday. It actually is odd to me too now that I have come to understand so much more about birthdays and what they really mean.
During most of my adult life I was detached ...asleep.. "dead" ..some of you would call it. I deadened myself to all the pain and disappointment in my heart so I could live what I thought was a successful and productive life. I became a master at avoiding anything unpleasant whether I had to bury it a thousand feet down or leap over it a thousand feet high. I built a life, a foundation on pretense. "All is well. I am fine"! Bury all the "real" ... Is it any wonder I stopped celebrating my own birth..??
Sad. So very sad. To think oneself so unworthy of celebration!
I celebrate my birthday now... not with a big party or "gifts" like most people. I celebrate in a way that means something to only me.
For the last 3 years my birthday is a big milestone. For days leading up to it I am often quite and reserved as I look inward and make resolutions for a greater good. The same way some people do on a New Year, January 1. My New Year is my birthday. I usually spend it alone during the day and then ask the most important person in my life to share dinner with me in the evening. It is a day that I spend in renewal. Reaffirming the life force that Spirit has bestowed upon me. It is a day that I look back to celebrate my accomplishments of heart and soul. It is a day I set goals that celebrate, affirm and honor my life. I go to the ocean or the Arboretum or a beautiful museum or a sunny field of bright orange pumpkins and feel grateful for myself , my breath and my beating heart.
I revel there in what God has created and the fact that He created me at a certain time, on a certain day, at a certain moment ,to be in a certain place for a specific reason and purpose. I celebrate that "birth" that was and is me. I think about how much God must love me to give me all I am, and I bask in the magic of me! I strongly resolve to honor His creation and live my highest life! And before I turn to go home and share a meal with someone who is grateful for my birth, I celebrate it myself! I realize my life is so very precious and how blessed I am to feel unity with the One who created me.
I believe we are born where and when we are, to the parents we have and the circumstances we live specifically not randomly. The stars are aligned in a precise position when we take our first breath not randomly but by Creation by Divine appointment. Our trials and lessons and lucky breaks and tragedies and near misses and revelations are all printed on a map in the inky black sky lit by stars in heaven. This map leads us "home". The positions and roads on our map are unique to us and "Life" is the figuring out of it as we find our way. Spirit lights the path with his Word and opportunities through events and people and "others". We choose to turn to the light or dark path. We seek out and find things that lead us.. I chose the light and that is my celebration now every year on the anniversary of my first breath. The wonderful amazing perfect moment of my creation. I am grateful to Spirit for life and I honor Him and I honor all life as well as my own Life on my Birth ..Day.
Honor yourself on your birthday. It is a beautiful time to connect with Spirit and yourself and strengthen the foundation of love in your heart.
Peace and love,
Spiritual Healer, Energetic Medium
This Blog is the story of the miracles, challenges and lessons of my life journey. Years ago when I hit a personal "rock bottom" my despair led me to seek answers and my quest for truth began. Amazing events propelled me on a spiritual journey of transformation.. Miraculously, through these experiences my life has become my teacher and my friend.... I hope my words connect us and allow us to walk together for a time as teacher and friend to each other. The most valuable thing we have during this human experience is our connection to love. The love in our soul for a higher power and others is the only thing that is real. I honor these connections through my writing. Theses words are my gift inspired through the heart of Spirit for you. I hope by sharing my journey it will enlighten, inspire and ease yours as it does mine >> ... Peace... Georgia Rose