fourworlds

I can’t remember when my birthday stopped being something that felt important enough to lose sleep over. As a child, I stayed awake late into the night each Birthday Eve in anticipation of the new age. Although gifts, party and cake were ingredients in the stimulating mix, the overwhelming factor was the realization that dawn’s portal would transport me into some wondrous new level of being. Like the initiation into an elevated level of a mystical secret society, each milestone granted entry into an expanded universe of elevated privilege, opportunity and status. Today, it’s merely the anniversary of my birth.