Birthday Meditations

Today marks my 54th birthday and I am writing this from a special place connected to my youth. Earlier, I saw a rainbow mist splintering above a mighty falls and considered it the perfect birthday gift from nature.

I’ve never gone in much for birthday celebrations. I might splurge for a $15 bottle of wine as opposed to $12. I might buy a new book as opposed to finding one in a street library.

Remembering birthdays has never been my strong suit. I’m getting better.

One of my greatest surprise birthday gifts was the cake presented to me by one of my senior econ classes at Beaverton High School in 1992. They lit candles and sang the birthday song. The smoke triggered the alarm and brought the Beaverton Fire Department. We didn’t report it. We didn’t get caught.

My high school girlfriend knitted me a sweater for my 18th birthday. I wish I still had it.

For several years, my rock band Gravy played a gig on my birthday at Kelly’s Olympia in downtown Portland. Things often got strange.

I used to enjoy cooking myself and the dogs a grand meal on my birthday (fish for me, steaks for them). Recently, someone in authority told me it would have been better for my mental and emotional health if I had invited people I really didn’t want around on my birthday to join the party. Apparently, dogs weren’t enough. I wish I was cooking for us tonight.

Next year I can join AARP and move into one of the over-55 mobile home parks.

Last year on my birthday I was nearly bereft of hope and joy. I don’t feel that way this year.

My creative mind is stronger on my 54th birthday than my 24th, 34th or 44th birthday. When I’m 64…well, we’ll see.

I received some birthday calls and texts today. I appreciated that.

I took two groups of students to Powell’s Books on two of my birthdays. As I look back on that now, the bus ride, the presentations, the pizza and donuts, the supervision, the naifs in the big city, I must have been out of my mind.