What is it about certain numbers – why do we find some
numbers to be significant, and we allow others to escape our notice? A 25th anniversary, the seven-year
itch, five-year plans –and what of lucky numbers? Personally I don’t believe in luck; nor do I support
the celebration of life in pre-determined, generic increments. All we have is this moment, this breath, this
heartbeat, and why shouldn't every action and word be considered through that
lens of precarious glory?
We are beautifully and remarkably made, we have such amazing
potential – we are each comprised of incredible, immortal energy captured for a
fleeting moment in human form. It is a very
big deal; exceptional and precious – yet all the while, we are herded, prodded
into preoccupations of daily survival, of the mundane, of the expected. We become disconnected from our glorious
nature; our inextricable connection to the divine; the sublime.
This year a beloved, influential person in my life is having
a "milestone birthday," which has made me think long and hard about human
preoccupation with numbers, the order of things, labeling, organizing, and
other trivial categorizations of splendid human potential. My
beautiful friend is having mixed feelings about the pending occasion, and doesn't want any fuss. I get that, however, I
want to celebrate the moment to its fullest extent – not because I am bound to tradition
or societal expectations, but because I recognize and wish to acknowledge the
importance of her unique spirit’s arrival in this physical realm. On a spring
day, a number of years past, she was born into this life and embarked on a
journey that eventually intersected with (and super-charged!) my own modest
meanderings. By her unique influence, she
has made my life richer, brighter, more beautiful and deeply joyous – she is
richly blessed with wisdom, humour, spontaneity, passion for life and charismatic
presence. She possesses an intriguing, intoxicating effervescence that cannot
be cultivated, but she presents these extraordinary gifts with remarkable humility
and selflessness.
And so, dearest FC, for you alone – if numbers must prevail
and hold significance – then let it be that with each passing minute, hour,
week, month and year, that we recognize another aspect of our earthly self that
is to be honoured and cherished. I know
it’s pretty easy to think of thirty or forty reasons that I adore you, my dearest, sweet,
kind friend!
