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it's all about me day ~ January 28, 2002 - 12:09 a.m. hey, it's been my birthday for nine minutes now. I was born at 7:08 a.m. (and I bet I was screaming, at that ungodly time of day), but I always count from midnight. it's january 28th, so it's my birthday. my mom was in labor for the last time 29 years ago today. she had her tubes tied after me. I like birthdays. I think everyone should have one yay-for-you-getting-born day every year. it's a day when I indulge any whim I might have. like pie for breakfast. pie for breakfast. that's a good idea. and we've got reservations at this amazing, gorgeous, sumptuous hot tub place in palo alto. and I'm getting a massage. oh yes. and then I'm gonna go try out for hair. I think it's gonna be fun. even though singing auditions scare the bejeezus out of me. today I went to go see these buddhist relics that were on display at a temple in san jose. bits of bone, teeth, and hair, belonging to buddhas and high masters. preserved in little, ornate jars filled with clear liquid. I'm not sure how to describe that experience. the energy there was intense, beautiful. I circumnambulated the relics, I prostrated myself, I made offerings. and, yes, somehow when I left there it felt like a weight had been lifted. it's not really something you can explain to someone who hasn't experienced it. the feeling of energy flowing through you after a deep spiritual experience. which doesn't have to happen in a temple, or in a ritual. I've had incredible experiences just laying on the ground under trees. that divine connection can be experienced in so many ways. I don't understand anyone who can claim that their way is the only one. we spent the evening driving around santa cruz, looking at places to rent. there's one place we both have a good feeling about, although we haven't seen the inside yet. it's got tons of garden space out front, and it's close to everything we want to be close to, with enough parking for our multiple vehicles-- his truck, my bus, and our motorcycles. as a rule, you don't mention the motorcycles to the landlord up front. oh, you wanted to get me a birthday present? how sweet! I do have this little amazon wish list thing on the left there... but really, I don't need stuff. books are the staff of life and all, but what you can really give me are some good vibes. some strong, happy, healing energy. it's being a long winter. and I'm tired. so I'm going to take myself off to bed, and when I wake up, it's gonna be my birthday some more.
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