Black Balloons and Full Moons

Written by on October 30, 2007 in Conversations on the Healing Journey with 0 Comments

September, my youngest child hit the 2 digits, and she was incredibly excited. She was sensitive enough to feel a twinge of sadness to be leaving one stage of her life, but filled mostly with a sense of adventure to enter into the next.

I hope that she will learn from my example that no birthday should be met apologetically or with embarrassment – ever.

Isn’t that weird, to feel bad for being alive yet another year? This insane insistence that time should stand still and we should all live or appear to live forever as twenty year olds?

You know, I was starting to write about how I look better now in my 50’s than I ever did in my 20’s, blah, blah, blah…and it all started to feel very tedious.

So I hit the backspace and just deleted the entire paragraph.


I mean why is that so important and what am I trying to prove? Like the third decade of one’s life is the standard by which all things are measured. “I’m still just as good…pretty…smart, as when I was…”

When did that become the standard for humanity?

You know, if I ever have black balloons for my birthday it will be because I am decorating them with full moons and sparkling stars to honor the creative power of the night and the womb from which life springs…in this case, mine.

And some people might be sorry for that, but not me! 😀

About the Author

About the Author: Demian Yumei, author, singer/songwriter and artist activist, using spoken, written word and original songs in her human rights activism. Demian is a traveler on the healing journey with a lifelong love affair with the creative process. .


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