Happy Birthday to my Grandson

Little Ben became One-Year-Old today.
The family met at The House for dinner,
and for a Placenta ceremony which did not occur.

Danny and I planned to bury Ben/Wendy/Danny's Placenta in the front yard. We were unable to do so because the ground was frozen. (The Placenta also was frozen, as it has been in Danny and Wendy's freezer for a year, to where it will now return.)

Around thirty years ago, Myla and I buried our baby Danny's Placenta in the field behind the converted yellow barns owned by George Mullenhower, where we lived in New Paltz, NY. We had it (the Placenta,) in a tupperware container, in the unheated dance-studio area in our spacious loft.

Then, a few nights after the home-birth, we were wakened by the sound of something bumping and banging in there. I, with some trepidation, went in, took the container outside, and buried the holy shedded Placenta.

The ground was not as frozen those days.

Danny and Iwill try again with Ben's Placenta in a few days, when the temperature rises.

Ben is a happy and beautiful baby boy.
How lucky we are.
Happy Birthday little boy.