Welcome to the Blue Ball



A lot of little people came into the world today.  Heck.  Just in the United States alone….  10,829 babies were born on July 22.  That’s a bundle of joy, I’ll tell you.

I know of one baby who was born today.  A little dude in California.  I saw a picture and he is just as cute as a newborn baby.  Seriously cute.

Now… if you happen to be born on this date…..  you came under the sign of Cancer.  That means…..   people in  Astrology say the following things about you.

Your strengths are listed as: tenacious, highly imaginative, loyal, emotional, sympathetic, persuasive.  And… your weaknesses include: moody, pessimistic, suspicious, manipulative, insecure.
Cancer likes include: Art, home-based hobbies, relaxing near or in water, helping loved ones, a good meal with friends.    Ahhhh, but today is on the cusp of Leo which brings in a whole new ball of yarn and Lion’s Mane.

But enough of that.  Can you imagine what it must be like to be born? Of course you can. It happened to you. Hey.  It happened to me too! But I don’t remember much about it.  So therefore,  I can only speculate.

Here is what I think.  One minute you’re all warm and cozy just hanging out with mom in the old womb. The world is nice and dark and cozy.   You are all balled up, having the best nap of your embryonic state.  Sucking your thumb never tasted so good… I’ll tell you that much right now.

You’re having sweet dreams of who knows what.  Chocolate Bunnies, for all I know.   And then all of a sudden there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.   And voices.  What the heck?  You say.    And then you hear a husky voice…. “she’s almost there.”  Go to the light baby. Go toward the light.

Now… to me is sounds an awful lot like how people have described near death experiences.  So I am guessing being born is probably a lot like death.  Seeing the light, and moving through a dark tunnel into another existence. But what a strange one it is.

Being born, you have never had this feeling before. Your new lungs have never pulled in raw air, and your skin has never felt the coolness that it is feeling now. There’s a lot of noise. Your ears aren’t used to that either. And the touch!  The touch is way different, because now you’re not wrapped in your mother. You are wrapped in a blanket, a texture that is completely foreign to you.  This goes on and on.  Somebody slaps your little butt, for crying out loud.  So you do.

Yes, I imagine that passing into our next existence, will be every bit as abrupt and startling. And hopefully just as potentially wonderful. I can only imagine.   I think …. I suppose ….   the clock resets and begins to whirl around in ways we cannot conceptualize.

But.  To the ten thousand plus born today… here on our part of the big blue ball… and especially… little Gavin… I just would like to  repeat the words of Bessie Anderson Stanley.

“He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much;
Who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children;
Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
Who has never lacked appreciation of Earth’s beauty or failed to express it;
Who has left the world better than he found it,
Whether an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul;
Who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had;
Whose life was an inspiration;
Whose memory a benediction.”
― Bessie Anderson Stanley

Rock On.

Live Long and Prosper.

Be YOU, oh beautiful you.