Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. The greeting “Many Happy Returns” point to the fact that each year around our birthday, the sun returns to its natal position. This is known as the Solar Return which marks the beginning of a New Year for the individual — not January 1st, but the Solar Return is what kicks of the New Year.
Yesterday was relatively uneventful, and yet not quite. I saw a silver lining, a faint one; my year has just begun. In honor of my solar return, I wrote an edict, a playful mythical declaration about my origins that will perhaps give you a glimpse of the journey I’ve been on through all these years:
Born in a palatial palace with gilded arches and mean snitches, I was raised by the King of Lost Paradise. At the age of eight I was tossed, naked, into a raging waterfall that thundered in the ghostly wilderness, trumpeted against the jagged peaks, with nary a whisper escaping the valley. Unbeknownst to me, I started my training as a yogic alchemist. I passed out. I woke up. My mission: Find my way to my spiritual home.
