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I woke, just a short while ago, to a magic day. Everyone has seen beautiful days, but I see today as if with new eyes.
Metaphorically speaking, today is the last day of my life. Each year, the energies astrologically present at the moment of our birth settle into that same exact pattern that was present on our birth-date. Same pattern at the same moment. They call it a solar return. I call my tomorrow birthday Rebirth.
Despair would settle in. I’d struggle, anxiously grasping for something worthwhile. I’d find it and slowly crawl back out. The pattern repeated throughout my life. The last despair was different. It was a monster that ate every notion of why I thought life was worthwhile. It seemed to grow stronger rather than dissipate over time. I asked for simple things to come to me. They didn’t. In…
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