Today is my birthday. Today, I was born. Well, not literally today. What I mean is, today is my birthday; way back a while ago – many moons ago – I was born. As I write, my body is now finishing another year of life. Breathing, walking, beating, thinking, moving, eating, drinking, trusting, fearing, loving, parenting, laughing, singing, wondering, seeing, hearing, touching, talking life. My First Breath. I am reflecting on this same day, all those years ago, when I first took a breath of earth’s air. Air. What a strange concept. I lived in my mother’s womb for nine months, fed by an umbilical cord connecting me to her resources, and immersed in liquid. A fish with a straw. That’s what I was. Only the straw wasn’t in my mouth; it was in my belly. How crazy is that. A fish with a straw in its belly, connected to its mommy. What a strange idea. No, I was much more than a fish with a straw in its belly. I was Creation. Carbon plus hydrogen plus oxygen plus myriad other elements. But not ...
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