Birthday & Unbirthday Blog

It's been a year today since I started this blog. It is 365 days and 155 posts later and I don't know if I am any more enlightened but I have certainly learned a lot. 

I have learned that I have so much more to learn so have come to realise that a year will not be sufficient for my education. 

So while I celebrate a year of development I cannot celebrate the birth-day of the idea to write this blog ...much like birthdays in general, which I find difficult in an uncomfortable limelight, as if I don't deserve to be treated so specially. That guilt of having expectations of being treated specially - when actually secretly expecting this everyday. 

I don't want to wait for birthdays to treat people better.  I agree with Mokokomo Mokhonoana's aphorism :

If everyone was treated like they matter - everyday: birthdays wouldn't be so 'special'.

So as Lewis Carroll, describes in Through the Looking Glass - let's celebrate the Unbirthday - we have 364 of them a year compared to only 1 birthday.

Imagination Making Possible

"The Possible's slow fuse is lit By the Imagination." 

(Emily Dickinson, 1924)

It was one of those sessions when the birthday boy didn't show so we celebrated everyone's Unbirthday instead. We had the monster Unbirthday cake (because some liked sponge and others chocolate cake), we had Unbirthday party games like musical statues and blind mans bluff and we had Unbirthday party bags.

We have 364 Unbirthdays, according to Lewis Carroll (1871) and only one birthday but we only get to celebrate the one...but not today. Today we had a Very Happy Unbirthday!



Dickinson, E. (1924) The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, Boston, Little Brown
Carroll, L. (1871) Through the Looking Glass, Macmillan