What a difference a seven-year cycle makes. Since this photo was taken, all the bone in my skull has been replaced with new bone. My heart has become a new heart. My lungs, my feet, my blood all have been renewed. Every cell is different from the person you see here.
We even called her by a different name, Crystal, then. She was a CEO of an AI company. She lived in Portland.
I still have some boxes of her things in a storage unit in Eugene.
I love her, but I'm not sure I miss her. She was carrying a heavy load that I'm happy to have put down. I'm grateful that she did that labor, and I benefit from her lessons.
Previous me, I love you, but I am not bound to you. I release you to the fires of forgetting along with anything that no longer serves me. I call forward the strength and blessings of our ancestors, guides, supporters, lovers, and friends.
Happy birthday to me. I’m accepting gifts of hot buttered toast and showers of love, please.
What’s the new me up to? Painting, of course. After taking nearly two decades off from art after graduating with a fine art degree, the bish is back baby!
Blessings on your renewal,
Cris
Happy Birthday Cris... enjoy the wondrous adventure of your next cycle...