Saturday, November 11, 2006

the gods must be crazy

It was a Saturday. 39 years ago. There was a flash in the sky and a star took its turn to fall to earth and begin a new life. The star was given to a family already filled with stars; they were in need of another one. This one added uniquely to the kaleidoscope.

The star was fed and it grew and went to several different star schools, becoming brighter as time passed. The star spent plenty of time dating other stars, all in hopes of finding the just so combination of wavelengths.

The final prism to bend the star's backlighting, was dating a dimlit from the other side of the spectrum. The interplay of light and shadow often created an unfocussed image, but with both deciding to remain on the same palette, an agreeable hue formed.

There were times when one wanted to throw the other back into the sky and shout at the darkness; asking the artist if there couldn't have been a set of instructions, or angrily asking if they really knew what they were doing, sending bright objects into such dark places.

It's been 39 years and the darkness has not won. The star has only become more radiant in spite of it. The day of your birth is a day to celebrate light.

It was a Saturday.

7 comments:

andrea said...

Happy Birthday Joyce.

Christine said...

Awwww! So sweet. Hope you're having a wonderful day, Joyce.

Carlotti said...

Lovely tribute and original birthday card! I'm happy to be part of the celebration.

joyce said...

what a beautiful post, Brian. I do feel wonderful, knowing how it has turned out these past 14 years. Thank you for taking the time to write such a lovely tribute.

Romeo Morningwood said...

What a glowing tribute. I can almost see the twinkling in your eye.
You are a real mushball.
You two are so cute.
I have done everything humanly possible to avoid making any references to a Red Dwarf, Black Holes, Heavenly Bodies, the Milky Way, Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, May the Force be with you, an expanding Universe and singing When You Wish Upon A Star...
You are a lucky fella and you know it.
I leave with the immortal words of Groucho Marx,
"You're only as old as the woman you feel"

Brian the Mennonite said...

Thanks, all.

H.E.: But you've made reference to them in the non-referencing. No REALLY.

If I'm only as old as the woman I feel, then I guess I've just lost a whole year. Wahoooo. What a bloody good philosophy that is.

Anonymous said...

Wow - Brian - oh such a good one.