Passages of time are ritualized in most cultures; one of my favorites is the birthday celebration. It is basically a celebration of existence. I thought it would be fun to show the celebration with a Day of the Dead twist. There are balloons, party hats and a few skeletal friends. Is it a birthday celebration or a deathday celebration? Is there really a difference?
The caterpillar dies to become the butterfly—some would say it doesn’t die, but evolves. I’m not sure that those are mutually exclusive ideas. Perhaps they are the same. Perhaps they exist as compliments to each other. Perhaps not. My own mind changes from time to time on this (and many other matters) but I do believe that what ends here begins elsewhere. Like a new chapter in a book. Maybe there’s a new location, a new character or two, something is revealed and some old plot points are laid to rest, but the story continues.
Friends and family celebrate birthdays with gifts and cake. In the next realm I believe we are still with our loved ones—celebrating a birth that appears to be a death elsewhere—and I hope so very much that there is cake.