What Is a Birthday?
A NEW ASTROLOGICAL IMPRINT
Q:What Is a birthday?
A: Time of birth is determined by the moment that the entire length of the body, from the head to the toes of the baby is outside of the mother’s body. This reminds me, at one point, each of us reading this right now spent many months inside another body (our mother) doing nothing other than coming into form as a human being. This is a radical reality that often lives outside my focused awareness somehow.
Right now we have a new moon which always signifies the birth of a new moon cycle; this one just happens to be on the Spring Equinox, also the birth of a new season. Plus Saturn recently moved into Pisces signifying a new chapter of focus, while Pluto moves into Aquarius this week announcing an entirely new era. Mars finally blows into Cancer after a very long transit back and forth within Gemini and we still have another Aries new moon/Solar eclipse to look forward to, bookending this potent Aries Season. Birth is everywhere!
AN EXTRAORDINARY BIRTH(DAY)
On that note, this past week I celebrated the most extraordinary birthday. It wasn’t my own exactly but it certainly felt like it and maybe was more of a rebirthday of sorts. Let me explain…woven within the karmic and dharmic bond between myself and one of my dearest sisters on this planet is a shimmering jewel of intimate mystery. We’ve traversed high mountain peaks and have witnessed one another’s most hellish of realms. There are no secrets that live between us and our spirits dance in the cosmic weather like wild women untethered by obstacles. In other words, we have a special connection.
While our parallel journeys have taken us to many similar places, same, same but completely different nonetheless, this time our mirroring was both visceral and metaphorical. She has had a vision of carrying a very special child in her womb and giving birth for many years. I have been living inside the dark forested womb of my Pluto transits with the vision of a rebirth beyond my psychological death during the same time period. Who knew that we would both be called into the crescendo of an ecstatic celebration at just the perfect moment? It appears a divine source quite possibly did, as the symphonic and synchronistic revelry that brought us together at 12:29 pm on March 16th in an energetically pulsating room overlooking Central Park felt otherworldly.
Our story and the trials, tribulations, and bold triumphs that have echoed throughout our lives during our deepening friendship and sisterhood would take more than a novel to describe. So let’s skip right to the evening of March 15th, as the labor continued to build in an ebbing and flowing tide alongside the rhythm of the moon itself. The moment I reached her apartment, I entered the liminal space alongside her. The cats were there too, acting as if on psychedelics and not fully sure of what was going to come next.
Moments of pause, waves of nausea, and excruciating sensations of a cervix stretching beyond what it has ever known continued. Counting, observing, taking notes, and drifting in and out of the haze of labor ended with the swoosh of her water breaking us into the next unfolding phase. Active labor. The intricate and primal knowing that the female human body has in relation to giving birth is unlike anything else. Two bodies in unison forging a new life; however, unlike the sexual act between partners, this is the maternal wave of creation at its peak and mastery guiding the soon-to-be-birthed child from the stars to the terrestrial kingdom of earth.
Tibetan chants, aligned hearts, compassionate souls, and divine beings filled the space with a forging protection of alertness and care. My friend was becoming a mother before my eyes and simultaneously leaving her maiden behind with every push and surge of life force. This is what she had always known, a blessed and healthy birth was the vision lived into reality at that very moment. I’ve never seen her so soft and so strong at the same time. She was glowing and intensely focused while her daughter crowned and soon came through with eyes wide open. I’ll never forget witnessing this new, powerful little being and her doctor having a special moment reserved for them, eye to eye.
She came fully into this world and the birth time was announced at 12:29 pm—a new astrological imprint with her name on it, Ursula Deychen. The seconds, minutes, and hours that followed were some of the most extraordinary I’ve ever experienced. Sharing such a precious moment of life with one of your best friends and your new star-daughter on the other side of a long-awaited threshold is like drinking pristine water from a sacred high mountain spring. There is a newness with every breath and a joyful exuberance knowing that nothing will ever be the same and the beauty has just begun.
I may still not really understand what a birthday truly is or what the depths of meaning that live inside those words fully mean. However, I am definitely closer than I have ever been to having a bit more understanding and a whole lot more cellular memory around this theme. I give thanks to my dear sister Jody for the invitation of a lifetime to share the most important day of our lives thus far together and to little Ursula for inviting me to celebrate her birthday in royal and cosmic style. And many more…
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