Happy Birthday.
posted by jm at 4:01 AM
Saturday, July 18, 2009
About Me
- Name: jm
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.
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23 Comments:
The fairies beat me to it. Look at that. Are those cupcakes under there? And BLUE frosting! Perfect for a Uranian.
Let me add my big, big, biggest wish for a wonderfilled year, and here's a ton of hugs and kisses to go with them.
Happy, happy birthday dear heart.
Let the music flow.
What a neat way to do it. Nice. Sweet. Fave happy flowers, too.
Hugs and kisses, yes, and to everyone. :-)
Happy Solar Return! :o)
The hugs and kisses are being enjoyed to the hilt. My bottonless pit Pluto in the 5th is finally satisfied.
It's wonderful to be with my old friends. All you have to do is die or be born and there you are!
Simple and sweet. And neat. The century of effort is probably unnecessary, but hey! I've got nothing else planned.
The years are accumulating around here n'est-ce pas? Am I the same as when I got here? What have you done????? By all accounts I should have been gone long ago, but the longer I stay, the less reason there is to go. Of course, I am the quintessential slow-poke. By the time I get there it will have already been here for ages.
I also have good news.
The annual brain splitting birthday headache has already come and gone (early this year), and the morning sinus eye stabbing attack is over.
Being born is getting easier!!
Cocktails in the park this evening.
JM, you take the Cake and eat it too. Totally lovely.
You are loved and remembered. The things that are important in life cannot be seen with the eyes and are of true value - to paraphrase The Little Prince.
I jumped the gun last night thinking I would be too busy today but here I am again.
Anon, your comment last night was such a surprise. I was debating whether or not to celebrate considering my tendency to get into trouble, but as a result of your greeting, I decided to take my chances! I'm glad I did.
It makes me see the value of appreciating one another in the midst of the ever-popular critiques floating about. Genuinely, that is.
You got it in motion with nighttime grace.
Not only that but the anon reminded those of us *bats eyelashes* who forgot the day completely. ;o)
I'm forgetting faces now.
But never signs.
Are you kidding my calendar has a great big JM BIRTHDAY on the 18th. It's a July Highlight!
My word it's good to see these dear friends who've come for the day.
Such good news that being born is easier, banish the headache and the sinus eye problems.
As you enjoy your cocktails in the park amongst the whispers, I'll be raising a cyber toast to you. May your life be full and filled with song. May love surround you.
Thank you my ancient love.
Yes, those friends. Like bad pennies, which are starting to look good nowadays.
They weren't whispering tonight. There were more birthday parties than I've ever seen there. Balloons galore and raised voices. All colors, shapes, and sizes. People, that is.
With song and love, I'll live with the s*eye*ness.
Was just re-reading your post "The Facets of Experience"
Here's the part that grabs me, "It's hard to imagine much being accomplished in this chaotic loose jointed time. There's a sort of end-of-the-rope moment that beckons..." now that sums it up beautiufully.
Pennies, copper, Venus' own!
"The years are accumulating around here n'est-ce pas? Am I the same as when I got here?"
I considered tonight how the light fell bouncing through the leaves, racing from the street lamps to pour over the uneven setts.
How long have I been here? I marveled at the leaves. I am changed, yet remain...perhaps until a change completes. So, I wrote:
Dreaming trees,
root ever deeper
into forgotten seasons,
veiled by curtains
of rain and sun.
Whisper, leaves.
O, fallen hours,
muted by time,
stand again,
chorus
your thousand voices,
I am alive again,
I am here, I am now,
I am the seed that fell,
and I arise again.
Sweet dreams when sleep comes, my dears.
Ah.
Kadimiros.
Beautiful.
Do you have any idea how much i've missed you?
Likewise, sweet friends. :-) I'm glad you like the little night gift. I was thinking that somehow the company draws out the best from each of us.
There you all are!!
Tseka, I learned so much from writing that one. I'm relaxing a little about this end of rope. There's an end after all. It will come. This phase of not going forward too fast is good.
Dreaming trees...
Staying in place is a good thought for me, while growing according to nature. Me be tree.
It's good to be together again as an unbroken circle with disappearing space.
Thanks for the night gift, kadimiros.
I was thinking that somehow the company draws out the best from each of us.
Best is good.
Just a kiss an a, "see you soon." I'm off in the morning to seek my fortune. Or something new.
Thanks for the get together last night, it felt pretty wonderful to sit in the circle for just a little.
A large, no huge, kiss back to you. I'll be waiting for your return.
We always have a moment for the circle. For a relaxing breath.
Yes (I would capitalize that but my head isn't ready to yell) ... the circle.
The Cafe drifts in it's own dimension. Not terribly worried.
Thank you for everything and for being so sticky, Wise 1. See you shortly.
Happy belated bday!!
(I was away visiting a very lovely little Libra baby.)
Thank you chris.
Stopped by to wish you a belated Happy Birthday! You are a fine wine indeed!!
Love your latest post on RU. You captured the essence of the moment to a "T." I, myself, am feeling quite detached from the drama - just tending to my own garden, literally and figuratively.
XO neith
Neith, I love you. Thank you.
Your detachment is the wisest approach possible, especially as an astrologer. If we all tended our own gardens we wouldn't be in this pickle. We'd be growing and enjoying them.
Wonderful to see your steady self.
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