Ah, rebirth… what a concept. So many ideas have been floating through my head since I saw the prompt. The first took me back to 1974, the year I graduated from high school. There was a quote in our yearbook, which was taken from the Bob Dylan song, It’s Alright Ma, (I’m only bleeding) and here it is: “He not busy being born, is busy dying.” This was our class motto. Still, I am wondering if those who chose it (I was not consulted) knew what this song was all about, or if they just thought it was a cool sentiment.
In my research, I found that this song, which was written in 1964 and released in 1965, was a tension reliever for Dylan. He was angry with the politics of the United States, with the socio-economic conditions too and therefore, this was a huge protest song. Yet, unlike his previous protest songs, this was not filled with optimistic solutions, no, this was a rant.
Many artists have covered this song but the most famous of all the covers came in 1969 when Roger McGuinn’s version was used in the film, Easy Rider. The most recent cover? Just a couple of years ago, in 2014 and the artist was Lee Abramson.
Yet, I have to say, that over the decades, just this line “He not busy being born, is busy dying,” has always surfaced in my thoughts whenever I was faced with the forks in my own road. It was as though I was realizing that I not only had to choose which way I was going to physically travel, but to own the importance of my emotions where the choices were concerned. We have such emotions about birth and death. We cry at both, we rejoice, we connect or we disconnect. The power of our emotions plays out in our choices and our truths are observable.
There is rebirth in powering through the choices we have to make. Of course that process can be uncomfortable and may even lead us to believe that the choice to cash it all in would be preferable. Still, once we stand face to face with the wonder of the open road before us, we may be dying to sally forth!
Today, I am busy being born! How about you?
Annette Rochelle Aben
Be reborn each day
Waken from the death of sleep
To claim your fresh start
Life offers its hand
Wiping the dust from your eyes
Clearing your vision
Stand and stretch your arms
Your legs will strengthen in time
Feet facing forward
Open up your heart
As you take the deepest breath
©2016 Annette Rochelle Aben