A Special 50th Birthday Night ...

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Last night, I received a phone call from a lady friend. It was the eve
of her 50th birthday, and even though she is much better adjusted than
most, it was still a big deal for her.

I would make the reminder for gentlemen that there is an inherent and
powerfully structural biological difference for ladies of this age, as
they experience an inline incarnational death around this age - the
childbearing person they were since their early teens comes to an end,
and a structurally DIFFERENT person comes into being.

So this is NOT about vanity or prettiness; it is a lot more than that
on every level and it was little wonder that my friend felt unsure.
What she did NOT want to happen is to go into this first night of the
50th year of her life full of regrets, worries, sorrows and loss of
life; she wanted something better than that for herself, a celebration
to help with this threshold moment, delineated by the way we measure
time and count the days.

We could have easily chatted away the last remaining hour and a half
before the clock struck 12 midnight and try and ignore this thing; but
I didn't feel that this was appropriate as it is a highly personal
transition so we began to discuss a suitable transitional ritual.

Rather than now performing some kind of "death rite" where one gets
involved with all the ne'ermores across one's entire life, such as, "I
will never hold a baby of my own in my arms again..." and "I'll never
dance to the Rolling Stones live at the Catacomb in a miniskirt

http://www.dontplayplay.com/html/Bothsexes/20061002/46938.html