For most of my life, I have felt disconnected from the celebration of my birthday. My mother forgot my birthday when I turned eight or nine, and I didn't remind her. Early on in my childhood, I felt that I didn't fit with my biological family. As much as I'm aware, it began around the time I experienced a life threatening illness and was physically separated from them for a long time. A bit of synchronicity there. As I grew older, adults would ask me philosophical questions about the deeper meaning of things and reflected back that my answers went way beyond my age.

Many years ago, I had an enlightening session with a palm reader that clicked very deeply with me. What he said continues to resonate especially as my birthday approaches. He read both my hands and said my left hand (how I have lived my life) was dramatically different from my right hand (how it looked I would live my life). In effect, he said that as a master soul, I have managed to persevere, succeed, and accomplish way beyond what he would have predicted given the limitations that showed in my right hand.

I attended my first Openhand workshop in Toronto two years ago on my birthday on June 8th. "I forgot to say Happy Birthday to you," you commented as I was leaving. Your words stuck with me.

My birthday approaches this week, and I can't shake the feeling that it's not about me. Open, I note your comments about how important it was for you to change the date you celebrate your birthday to the time you actually incarnated. Many of us are not as fully conscious or sure about soul exchanges and when we actually made our entry here. So I'm throwing out the question. If you don't connect to your birthday and feel you are a soul exchange, how do you celebrate? I'll go through the motions once again this year to celebrate my "official" birthday with my loved ones, but felt to take a few deep breaths, pluck up my courage, open the closet door, and post here about my growing sense and inner knowing that I may be attending someone else's birthday party this week.

I'm grateful that I can post here about this especially with these song lyrics flitting through my head:

"They're coming to take me away ha ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha..." :)

My chiropractor reminds me to say to myself, "I know nothing." Indeed. For me, it's all about expressing and honouring how I feel in the moment and starting from there.

Cathy