Yesterday I rambled about my 7-year cycles and while I was typing away in the convent, my best friend Gab launched a new cycle of her own, she gave birth to her first child.
Gab and I are seven years apart in age; to say that we have a sister-like in relationship is an understatement. Not only have our lives shadowed each other in different ways but our sense of humor and timing dance to the same beat.
Just before leaving Malibu I tossed with the idea of renting a small house there just so I knew I could return. After hearing that voice deep inside of me that said, “girl you gotta jump and let go of what you know”, I agreed to not rent the house and leap off to Mexico. Gab supported this, telling me to fly and be brave. I looked into her eyes, knowing that if I jumped I didn’t know where I’d land but I probably wouldn’t return to our sweet mountain top overlooking the “BU”. In fact, at one point I was panicky, almost begging her to not let me go, it wasn’t the place but the people that I loved.
Gab says that the two of us always find our way back to one another… I guess that’s what happens to twins tied by soul cords.
So as I’ve become a new version of me, my dearest friend has been on a subway ride of her own, and her new stop is motherhood.
I just got the pictures of her birth experience and my eyes shook with emotion, I felt like I was watching my friend walk across the platform and board her connecting train.
I miss being there so much right now but I keep hearing her voice, “We will find a way back to each other….”
This soul cord that connects me to the people I love is fierce and I wouldn’t cut it off for anything. Richard, my friend from high school, said, “We are never really older than 7 years since our cells are die in 7 year cycles.”
I like this, a girl is born and a Lady Girl continues to grow.
Welcome to this wonderful world of dreams, Shorty!