It happens every September 18th – I think about 1974 and Father (Rev. Moon) speaking at Madison Square Garden. I think of New York City plastered with posters claiming “September 18th Could Be Your Re-birthday!”
It’s going to happen even more this year, because this September 18th to the moon and back will be released. How could I not pick that publication date when my publisher said to me, “pick a Tuesday in September.”
Every former Moonie who reaches out to me gets it. They laugh (on the phone or online) and say something like, “Great day!” It is an auspicious Moonie day.
But next week at roughly this time is IT. The book is out. The book will be birthed. I will be re-birthed.
People ask me if it was cathartic to write my memoir. I’ve generally answered that it wasn’t, because by the time I wrote my memoir, I had told my story many, many times. On the other hand, however, I’ve come to realize that, at least in some ways, it was, because in sifting through and remembering all that I could to get it all down, I realized some of the good of my childhood. I realized some of the love that surrounded me that I don’t think I’d recognized before. That must have been cathartic.
This is a wild week in my life. I’ve been working on this book, in some way or other, for about twenty years. I started it when I was trying to get pregnant with my second child…who is now sixteen. And I tried to get pregnant for 4 ½ years. You do the math. It’s a bit astounding.
But this week I celebrate. This week I enjoy. This week I am rebirthed.
This September 18th could be your re-birthday as well. Join me!
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