Today is my birthday, Every day is my birthday on the holy road and every minute my funeral and all things are always in the process of being born and dying. Something special happened though, 33 years ago (in human calculation) when my body entered this earth by way of The Great Mother Canal. At New York Hospital, on July 21st, 1973, I arrived. They used to say I was born singing/born laughing but it's not true....I was born quiet and silently screaming for my return to the eternal cradle. Memory believes before knowing remembers. My skin was yellow and they lost both our heartbeats....My mother clung to me, all sweaty and strong, once it was clear that we had both survived and we would travel this lifetime together, helping each other find the Way Home. I'll write more later...howling to you, X=h/m. Lizzie