My girl woke up early this morning to wish her brother a happy birthday.
“Good morning, my little sugar lump!” she said to the boy wrapped like a tamale in his flannel duvet. “Happy Birthday! I love you! Today you’re eleven!”
“Not yet,” he said. “I’m still ten. Mom, what time was I born?”
“You were born at 8:53 a.m.,” I told him.
“Mom!” he said. “That’s 8 – 8 – double infinity!”
We all liked that.
I took the kids to school and then headed off to the woods.
To be in nature and celebrate having brought this magical boy into the world.
But when I got to the woods, the paths were closed.
So I had to go a different way.
And in doing so, I stumbled upon the altar that I had made four days ago.
Where I had strewn the pink blush rose petals in honor of the Magdalene.
In honor of the Divine Feminine.
I was coming from a different direction, so I wasn’t sure I was at the right spot, until I saw them.
The still-pink blush rose petals looking pretty much the same as they did when I made the altar FOUR days earlier.
I was pretty amazed by all of this.
I sent some photos to a friend.
And then I carried on.
I took a seat at its roots and looked up.
And in the branch above me I swore I could make out a woman’s face.
With heavy dark eye make up, round cheeks, and long dark hair parted down the middle.
I quickly snapped a photo and sent it to my friend.
“Do you see this?” I asked.
She said she did.
“What are you thinking it is? You think it’s the Magdalene?” she asked.
Certainly looked like it to me.
Just then the light changed, and I tried to take another photo, but everything was too dark.
“That’s some pretty good magic!” I thought, thinking back to the roses I had bought 12 days ago for the Magdalene, and despite having nothing in the water, this morning the two remaining roses in my vase still looked like this:
At this point, I was totally in love with this tree and snapped a photo to show my boy.
I kept walking, and stumbled upon another tree.
This one looked like it had an angel’s wing sticking out of it.
And then it was time to head home.
Only, I suddenly really wanted to buy some persimmons.
I suddenly really needed to buy some persimmons.
And I knew I needed to buy them from this one particular store (though it’s not the closest).
It was totally out of my way.
And I couldn’t explain it.
But that’s how these things are sometimes.
So, I threw up my hands and headed to that store.
And as I approached, the sky was filled with clouds that looked like a giant angel!
Immediately, I knew my boy would love this!
But where could I get a clear shot of the whole sky?!
And then I turned the corner, and pulled into the parking lot of the store with the persimmons.
I began to laugh – knowing that now I didn’t need to buy persimmons at all!
In taking the photo, I had what I had come for.
The persimmons were just a rouse to get me here!
(Still bought ’em though, of course.)
When he got home from school, I showed him the magical photos I had collected in his honor.
He loved them.
And then we sat down for a giant tower of rice crispy treats and we made wishes.
I have no words to express how proud I am to be your mama.
x0x0x0x0x0xoxoxoxoxox x infinity (+ a bazillion)