I eat birthday cake for breakfast.
I adorn my flower crown and lounge in a patio chair.
I enjoy indulgent bites of the retitled Queen’s cake (a glorified cinnamon roll typically reserved for Mardi Gras, but my culinary creatrice of a sister made an exception for me today).
I sip cold brew from a fuchsia painted coffee cup.
I dress myself in corals and pinks to activate a sensuality that makes me beautiful in vibrant aliveness.
I gather my people onto the porch, to sit in early sun rays and bask and breathe in a Creation Space meditation by Danielle LaPorte.
She shares that today, May 26th is the day observed to be the Buddha’s birthday, and that today is also cosmically fierce with the Lunar Eclipse overlapping with the Super Flower Blood Moon.
Energies are heightened, particularly in the realms of worthiness, freedom and truth-telling. The astrological sign of Sagittarius oversees this Super Flower Blood Moon, and Sagittarius is the archer, a symbol of the Roman Goddess Diana, the huntress and the maiden.
Diana has been coming to me lately. In visions, she rides a white horse across moonlit plains and shoots arrows toward the stars, as if trying to send a message to a corner of the galaxy.
This Goddess of independence and innocence arrives on the eve of my birthday and directs arrows of sharp questions at me: Am I truly free? Am I truly showing up as myself? Or am I still hiding? Leave it to the Sagittarius to ask the all or nothing question.
I graciously greet these inquiries, and choose to entertain these questions with lightness. I re-remember the liberation that occurs when I invoke play. I curate celebratory moments and live lushly within those flashes of play.
I put on a flower crown to reclaim self-sovereignty, sit tall and listen to Danielle LaPorte’s meditation.
“All-inclusivity,” she coos. This is a quality of the Divine Feminine, and the word viscerally speaks to me.
Everything is in.
Everyone is in.
Everything seen, invited, held.
Everyone seen, invited, held.
The Divine Feminine knows how to cradle us. And my higher heart knows how to mother all my fragmentations.
I turn toward my heartache AND my joy.
The more I affirm and embrace the pieces of myself, unsavory and shiny, the stronger I become in my roots of radical and complete acceptance and wider, wilder self-love.
I’m attentive to the subtle ways I relinquish my power. I am less inclined to seek validation from the mainstream and look for confirmation in the collective. I shift my questions to core and heart. I feel the answers within my body.
I devotedly invest in living in my own alignment with inner knowing, and in the center of this inner knowing is the Queen. I am embodying Queen energy to assist in further deepening this practice of fortifying self-mastery.
On a whim, the Queen prompts me to voice a daydream about a floral crown on my birthday to honor the Flower Moon, and the asking gives shape to a gift of a rose tiara fit for a fairy waiting for me when I wake.
I claim the crown.
And it’s in this flow of claiming and reigning in my sovereignty that I spontaneously and delightfully share my floral crown with a curious barista who kindly compliments me.
In a glow of generosity that originates from beyond and moves through my heart, I whisk off the crown and offer it to the barista – “Wear it!” And she does, and it looks fabulous!
And sharing this crown LIGHTS me up.
All-inclusivity. Everyone is in.
And this is Queen energy confirming a truth:
When we deeply know that we are loved, that we belong, that we are so enough, we royally own our AWEsomeness. In this sacred confidence, we easily exude and extend empowerment to others. And watching others rise and radiate replenishes and revives us, too.
This is how I am rolling in my 31st year.
I’m placing the crown on my head.
I’m standing in front of Goddess Diana’s pointed questions about living a liberated life.
Let the arrows hit the false beliefs and illusions.
Let the inner work expand to the outer work of lifting consciousness.
Let the power of play enliven everyday moments with the awakened remembering that we are all spinning together underneath that loving, all-encompassing moon.
So when we look up, we see all parts of ourselves included in her welcoming wholeness, and everyone else who is looking up with us is instantly swept up in that lunar embrace, too.
And let’s howl in between sips of coffee and leftover birthday cake, too.