August eve

For as long as I have been old enough to celebrate my birthday, I have always eagerly awaited the week, well, the month when we turn to Leo and everybody gets to celebrate. The events of late have had me spinning and I almost forgot that I have a birthday next week. I am even having trouble wrapping around the fact that tomorrow is first day of August. No, wait--I wanna catch up and start my inner party planning.

Today, there was major sports news that (my) Ken Griffey, Jr. has been traded to the Chicago White Sox. Say it isn't so.... I mean, the good news is that given the current stats for the Sox, Junior will finally have a shot at a World Series ring and I will get to see it. But the White Sox? The American League? Ozzie Guillen? Ewwww.

August 1st is a solar eclipse and a new moon in Leo that will pack an astrological punch. But wait, there's more ... August 16 lunar eclipse full moon in Aquarius. That might help to explain some of the emotionality and bigness I am feeling. Oh and August 3rd is Friendship Day. Celebrate your Leo friends twice this month.

Getting ready for the Big Move and the little, pre-move up to Chico is taking up our time and focus. I really feel that I am behind a week or so with the time I 'lost' after the accident. So I have been reminding myself of the bigger picture, the reasons we are going to all this trouble in the first place. I even watched the little video I made of our new house and reminded myself about the angelic serendipity of having a Starbucks within walking distance of the house. And not just any Starbucks--this store is the best one in Chico. I went in to introduce myself to the barristas there. Christ was from the bay area and going to school at CSU and he also told me that Jill who works there is a big S'bux head from...Rancho Bernardo! I told Chris to tell her I would come in to meet her in August when we got settled.

And I am sure some of the bigness that feels like heaviness is the niggling awareness that in addition to my birthday next week, it will be the one year anniversary of my mom's death. Hmm, wonder if that has some influence as to why I was caught off-guard about it being August? One year. Yesterday, I got to visit the beautiful plants that were planted to utilize her ashes in a garden--a place she so loved. I could tell that Dixie was around of late. I uncovered an old, long-forgotten note she had written to me right before I started ministerial school. It had gotten crammed inside some other papers ne'er to be seen again ... except right before I start a new ministry. That very same day, I got an e-mail from one of mom's tenants that she kind of looked after. Kimmy said that she was doing some project around the house and uncovered a note from my mom and some of the things we had given to her before she died.
A bittersweet synchrondippity.