Year of the Tiger
Thrill of the night.
There’s just something about your birth month. & February is that month for me.
I was born in February; Valentine’s Day falls a day before my birthday (in my eyes — magnifying the month’s Language of L’amour properties); it’s Aquarius season; and the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival (best of the best) is usually slated to occur during this time. Birth months, I reckon, are special in the way that it is one of the primary markers of our existence here on Earth. Like a name, or spiritual signature. Coming into this world… a fate preordained by the Most High. You arrived here, and your birthday — the pinpoint of time from when you transitioned, Womb to World.
Birthdays, my own in particular, have gotten to be an intimate deal for me. More so, than when I was in my Twenties. I enjoy spending time alone, with myself, and in the past — many birthdays whilst memorable revolved around figuring out what each one in my circle wished to do, and how that could be planned, going forward. I don’t mean to offend those who celebrated with me, or disrespect the fact that they took the time out to meet & greet me — it’s just that as I started to fill out into a newer me, a Roanna most aware of her True self — I leaned more towards celebrating in solitude.
As I grow older, completing one full circle around the Sun feels nothing short of miraculous… to be granted a new lease on life. Last year, I began my birthday with soulful rituals like journalling & a meditation which are traditions I hope to continue in the years to come. Following these rituals are bathing, dressing up and going out to do my own thing. In many ways, it isn’t unlike an ordinary day I might spend with myself. The pleasure doubles when it’s my birthday though, and it feels glorious that I get to be me. To do as I please. Some of these things for me are: Making a cake or buying one, eating lovely meals and snacks, visiting bookstores (coffee-shops and cute places too), roaming around the city I am in & taking to whatever appeals to my fancy, that feels like food for my soul.
So… Birthdays, birth months, and February.
I love that tomorrow is New Moon Day marking the commencement of the Year of the Tiger that incidentally happens to fall on the first of the month. I know zilch about Chinese astrology, and well, astrology, for that matter… I’m learning some things, getting curious, and even though I cannot confirm with alacrity, this start feels a u s p i c i o u s. A beginning wrapped in an ending, a red envelope.
I don’t know you nor your story, and in the rare chance that you happen to be of the My-birthday-is-just-another-day belief system, I understand. Looking back at birthdays past, especially in the decade before this one, I simply wasn’t aware of so many things. I was concerned with others — how I could please them, & how I came off to the people in my vicinity. I indulged in behaviours that didn’t serve me or others. There was a smidge of distasteful bravado energy in me, making me — at times — more arrogant than I cared to admit or recognise. Celebrating myself, lately — a private affair. Something sacred. I rarely feel pressured to do things that don’t speak to me. I have my moments, of course, & I am learning to honour my phases.
This is my moon medicine as I close out January.
Happy Lunar New Year 2022
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