According to the book, “The Secret Language of Birthdays” which is the single most astonishing and informative book I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading, I was born on the “Day of the Commentator”. November the 13th, 1970. How ironic that I should struggle so much with blog postings since it seems that I should be well suited for the task? If you visit the link, be sure to read the reviews.
My husband has had this book in his possession since right after we met. He’s not really into astrology, nor am I. I knew I was a Scorpio but really, that knowledge didn’t mean a thing to me. Somehow, the subject of this book came up one night and I found myself very interested in checking out it’s content. The book has a personality profile for each day of the year that a person is born. To be honest, I was very skeptical and likened the idea of the book’s foundation to the old school psychic parlor tricks I’ve read about in the past. Still, I was intrigued so Mark and I went to the basement and began digging through old boxes until we found the found the book.
As I flipped through it, reading every birthday of those closest to me, as well as myself, I can only say that the moment was totally surreal. How could these profiles possibly be so accurate? In fact, so accurate it freaked me out a bit. . .Although my my personality traits are combo of November 12th and 13th. November 12th has some pretty ugly stuff attached to it so as I read, I had to objectively look at myself and openly admit whether or not those less than flattering things described me. Some did, some did not and this rang true for both the 12th and 13th profiles.
If I only had a few more hours in this day, I would outline both days here in my blog. It would be fun but at the same time, I think I’d feel as though I was hanging upside down from the playground monkey bars with my “bloomers” showing for all to see. Rather, I’ll just suggest you procure a copy and enjoy getting to know yourself and loved ones on a whole new level. The writer of this book has an entire series devoted to related material. I think I’m going to get the Personology book next.
I should be blogging about beads I guess but my days at the torch are not so productive right now. I’m fighting for evolution within my work. The new year tends to bring this mindset. Most often the desire is fuelled by anxiety and an overwhelming need for change. Each January and February leaves me emotionally and physically exhausted, but a new energy is often revealed by March. So, blog posts will be even more sporadic, I will be much less chatty, far more withdrawn to all who know me and nearly emotionally absent to those I love.
Note to close family members and beloved friends: The previous paragraph is a heads up of potentially cloudy, but short lived days to come. Please feel free to put your hands on my shoulders and give me a vigorous shake when you need my attention otherwise, I could be too far gone to offer accommodation of your needs. Often this period results in a melancholy state that has the potential of becoming contagious if left unexplained. This is when the old standby explanation of, “It’s not you, it’s me.” is nothing less than appropriate. My phone will be turned off during torch sessions. Leave a message. I’ll be checking those messages during breaks and will call back asap if it’s of extreme urgency, otherwise, I’ll call back after studio shutdown.
