Nine people, some with hats and gowns, others with jackets and ties, stand side by side. Brightly coloured balloons float on the end of thin strings.
One Day In A Year
A Meadow Full With Flowers
Twenty Four Hours
A Gathering
Solemnity
. . .
We are brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, strangers, friends. We are family. We say, think, and feel these things:
My birth each day is my choice: of what I do, who I am, and how I love.
Birth is my each and every moment.
I came and come into being on this day, and the world change/d/s.
At times I am happy. At times I am sad. At times, strong. At times, weak.
I am thoughtful about my life: what it has been, is, and will become.
The birth I choose today is to love.