The Birthday Party

The moments of solemn sharing ended abruptly.
“Clear the room. Put the chairs up against the wall.” Said IAM.

The assistants burst into the room, dressed as clowns. Their face painted, carrying balloons, with noisemakers, hats, party favors, blowing horns and whistles. It was a moment as incongruous as life itself.

“Who has never had a birthday party?” Asked IAM.
Mrs. B, Ruth, Karla, Ellen, Joseph and Art raised their hands.
“These are our special birthday babies. They get to choose who’s coming to their party. So pick your playmates.” Instructed IAM.

Each of the six groups sat on the floor and were given hats, horns and face paint. They all made themselves up, and began acting out as five years olds.

“You look funny.””You look stupid.”
“It’s my party and I’ll look anyway I want.”
“Let’s play spin the bottle.”

It was chaos making way for confusion that ended with cupcakes and candles
for everyone.

IAM and MA had left the room and returned with their costumes and face paint. They lead a rowdy version of the Happy Birthday song.

When Art blew out his candle it relit. It’s magic he thought.
When the cakes were gone, IAM spoke, “There is a lesson here that is quite obvious. Desserts is stress spelled backwards so tonight at dinner, eat desserts first.
“You have an hour and half for dinner. Practice your Guru lesson. Direct some traffic. Go to dinner with someone new, or a new group. Keep your eyes and ears open for miracles.”