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posted by [personal profile] devohoneybee at 11:39pm on 23/05/2005
It was a good day. My friends sent me cards, wrote the sweetest things on their lj's, and sent me presents. My mother and I had lunch at a place at the beach, the waves crashing just beneath us. After lunch (grilled trout with home-made potato chips), I stood watching the sea, realizing how much chi it gives off, just breathing it in. The frame shop had my new picture ready, a soft, subtle print of a dogwood tree. The drive saver place called to tell me they were able to recover my hard drive. Friends who have been having hard times called to say they were doing well. Another friend called to bless a future pathway. Another called to laugh with me at my dreams (the one in which Brad Pitt revealed his secret, that he is "Jewish" -- "You don't look at ALL Jewish," I said, to which he replied, "I KNOW! No one EVER guesses!", and the other in which I was part of a team of people teaching Michael Jackson how to be normal -- "This is a social security card -- it has a number, you need one.")

It's almost midnight, almost the exact time of my birth. No one remembers exactly when, except it was "almost but not quite the 24th of May." As a consequence, I've been told my rising sign is either Capricorn or Aquarius. Both fit, the Capricorn love of physical objects (more art than can fit on the walls, more pottery than I have shelves to show), the Aquarius love of consciousness in all its guises. "Jewish spirituality is very earthy," I once explained to someone who was asking about the Seder meal. "It's expressed in taste, touch, sound... it's very physical." I wasn't exactly right, it's not comprised of the sensual so much as the sensual world is a gateway, the way of beauty, of life.

God gave me life, not once, not twice (as when, 21 years ago, I almost died), but every day of my life. From Ocean Goddess my energy, my body, lapping and crashing against the shore. From Mind, from words, all the broken pieces come together and speak the poem that is my life. A melody, at once calm and frenetic. It's been a good day. I'm breathing deeply. For this day at least, life is kind.

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