Today, is my eldest daughter’s birthday.
Today, she is 22.
Yet yesterday she was a defiant teen, and the day before that an awkward pre-teen, and the day before that, it was her first day of 
kindergarten.
The day previous to that day, she was the toddler with her arms wrapped around my neck, her tiny little face peeking through my hair, as she flirted with whomever was offering her, a much beloved cookie.
Not so many days ago, she was placed upon my breast, this newborn delight of mine, and she smiled up at me with a little pucker of a smile, and I felt a Love and Peace, that is the gift of Motherhood, of which we lack words of enough depth and richness, to even remotely describe this Heavenly Space.
Mother’s reading this, understand this and are in no need of words to describe what this is when holding company with one another, for we feel it and just understand it, this sacred space of a deep, eternal love that we enter into, within these rites of Motherhood.
Yes, I am deeply nostalgic today, and am savoring each and every drop, every single moment of memory, that returns to me this day.
You see, I feel we have these moments, and the whole of these moments, defines the Truth of our existence.
These moments, that define us, are the moments that reside in our Hearts, and are ever present, and ever alive.
I do not believe in living in the past, and yet, I do believe we occasionally need to take a moment, to scan around to be certain, that we have brought forward, all of the really precious wonders, that have brought us to Be, whom we are now.
The moments I carry in my Heart, those shared with both of my daughter’s, and the gift’s they have graced me with, in those shared experiences, are directly responsible for whom I have come to Be, today.
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There are many things I intended to write about today.
Yet as soon as I awoke, the myriad of moments that I shared with my daughter, from the first that she entered this world, indeed from the moment I conceived her, continue to drift through my mind and senses.
This nostalgia is likely intensified today as I am currently in a period with heavy transits to my natal Moon (mother,women), with transiting Uranus and Saturn in square, and Pluto in opposition.
So, I thought maybe I’d try something a little different today, and I am going to review my personal chart for what I had transpiring the year I birthed this lovely child of mine.
If you are so inclined, feel free to share your personal experiences/astrology data in the comment section, I would enjoy sharing this “Sea of Nostalgia” with other parents that wish to savor their moments of wonder the year their children arrived.
So, here goes, a look at how this child entered my universe, via astrological influences. đ
, I put it out through the ethers that I wished for someone, in a body ((silently thanking my disincarnate assistance for understanding)), to come forth that would be able to assist me during this transition in some way, someone that had something, I needed, to ease the discomfort that can come during a kundalini cycle.
Into the Mystic 