A Special 50th Birthday Night
Last night, I received a phone call from a lady friend. It was the eve of her 50th birthday, and even though she is much better adjusted than most, it was still a big deal for her.
I would make the reminder for gentlemen that there is an inherent and powerfully structural biological difference for ladies of this age, as they experience an inline incarnational death around this age – the childbearing person they were since their early teens comes to an end, and a structurally DIFFERENT person comes into being.
So this is NOT about vanity or prettiness; it is a lot more than that on every level and it was little wonder that my friend felt unsure. What she did NOT want to happen is to go into this first night of the 50th year of her life full of regrets, worries, sorrows and loss of life; she wanted something better than that for herself, a celebration to help with this threshold moment, delineated by the way we measure time and count the days.
We could have easily chatted away the last remaining hour and a half before the clock struck 12 midnight and try and ignore this thing; but I didn’t feel that this was appropriate as it is a highly personal transition so we began to discuss a suitable transitional ritual.
Rather than now performing some kind of “death rite” where one gets involved with all the ne’ermores across one’s entire life, such as, “I will never hold a baby of my own in my arms again…” and “I’ll never dance to the Rolling Stones live at the Catacomb in a miniskirt again…” I suggested we focus instead just on the year that had just passed, year 49.
What had happened during that year? Read more…


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