Birth….

Birth… been thinking about it a lot… cause my friend is gonna have a baby today… cos everywhere I look I see life beginning… see the two pups that live outside my house… turn on the telly to find ‘bringing home baby’ on discovery… watching traumatized baby elephants on national geographic…getting an update about my niece who I miss terribly horribly… its been babies all along this weekend…
but sadly each of the instances has death playing as much as a part as birth… whether its about past losses…or the fear of the future… all seep into the joy of the moment… funny how its difficult to isolate one emotion from many others… its always a package is it not?

when are you really born… is it when you physically enter the world…? Is it when you realize why you are here? Is it in death that you actually are born?
Don’t know…