aquarian astrology story

Moon on waterHappy full moon in Aquarius! This full moon is at an exact conjunction to my north node in the first house, urging me to share myself more authentically with the world and step more fully into my soul’s work. With Uranus, the modern ruler of Aquarius, being associated with astrology, I want to take this opportunity to share a little of my story with astrology and also announce a special 30 percent discount an astrology readings for the upcoming month.

When I took this photo, seven years ago, I had no idea about the power of the moon and how it might be affecting me. All I knew was that it was stunningly beautiful, stunningly powerful and, even though at the time, I was suffering from serious health challenges, all that slid into a new perspective with the sight of moonlight on water.

When I first received an astrology birth chart reading from Jessa Walters, I felt my whole life slide into a new perspective. Lit up with a new sense of self-love and personal power, I started to study astrology, not because I had any plan of doing something with it, but simply because I was hungry for the knowledge. I’ve dipped in and out of dozens of things, but the more I learned about astrology, the more it came alive for me. I had studied French for years, but this felt like the second language I was meant to communicate in.

Astrology humbled me. I would never master it. I would always be its student. When I first tried to read birth charts, they would give me headaches. All the symbols and numbers swam before me and I would have to focus on one small piece at a time to try and make sense of it. I reread the same passages of my astrology books again and again, comparing them to my chart and other people’s charts, until each planet, each sign, each house, started to mean something to me.

Initially, I was only able to associate each symbol with something quite simple but, over time, they blossomed with deeper and deeper meaning. I’ve always been very energetically sensitive­ and I felt an incredible sense of freedom to be able to put words to the energy I was feeling.

To me, astrology is synonymous with freedom. Astrology provides us with structure, but the type of structure that opens up more space, more opportunities, and certainly more self-awareness and self-respect.

Many people, my former self included, have wondered, how could the moment we’re born possibly affect who we are? How could the planetary movements in the sky affect the energy of our make-up and the energy that we’re feeling today? Anyone who has experienced a birth chart reading will admit of feeling total awe, or even a sense of feeling weirded out by how much the astrologer seems to know about them without actually knowing them. It still amazes me even though I have been studying astrology for a while now.

But, despite the unknown, I feel held in an ancient lineage. For as long as humans have been existed, they have studied the stars. And, for as long as humans have existed, they have recognized that they are connected to something much bigger than anything they could fully conceptualize or contain.

I like that astrology humbles me and that I will never fully understand it. Astrology has offered me deep insights into the nature of myself and the nature of others. It’s helped me be more healthy and made me a better friend, family member and partner. At a time when the world seems to just keep getting more confusing, Astrology has helped me feel less lost. It’s helped me better understand the bigger picture of what’s going on collectively and how I fit into that picture. In short, Astrology has helped me understand my soul purpose, the reason why I’m here on this earth at this time.

Learning enough astrology to be able to support other people with their soul’s journeys has been a great gift. Initially, it was something that I offered to friends casually, but, quickly, it only felt right to approach it with the level of seriousness that it deserves. To offer someone a birth-chart reading is to offer them a great well of information. It’s something that I’ve learned to hold with careful intuition, sensitivity, and respect. I feel passionate about creating a sacred container for people to access this knowledge if they so choose.

Right now, for the next month, I’m offering a special 30 percent discount on astrology readings now until Sept. 15th as a way of celebrating this new phase of making my work more public. I’m also care deeply about making astrology accessible to folks and hope that this discount might do that. Please feel free to reach out if you’re interested in a reading, or simply if you have questions. Thank you for reading.

tears

Today I cried and, though it’s always humbling, particularly when witnessed by another, I couldn’t help but be so grateful.

There’s a way that the tears seemed to accept all that is. Instead of trying to hold myself together, there is a sort of surrender that is inevitable when the tears start to flow. There’s an acceptance that things are outside of my control and yet, somehow everything was a little bit more ok because I could cry about it.

I know that I differ from some people on this, but I don’t tend to get upset or frustrated when I see a baby or small child cry. I actually have a lot of respect for their cry and even rejoice a bit for their ability to express themselves so thoroughly in that way.

This is of course only applies to situations when I know the baby/child’s needs are being met and a caring adult is present to offer them love and support. This year, our hearts have all been broken again and again by the knowledge that they are children––way too many, in our country––who are crying because their needs aren’t being met and because they’ve been forcibly taken away from their caring adults. This is not about those tears, even though those tears are so important.

But for those babies and children who are crying because this humaning thing can be totally overwhelming sometimes, I say thank you dear little ones for offering us the fullness of your expression. Thank you for reminding us that, the more we feel, and the more we express, the more we can release, move through, and move on.

I say, I don’t mind when you’re upset. I think you’re tears are beautiful and you’re just as great when you’re upset as when you’re happy.

The smallest amongst us remind us to ask ourselves, when the tears start to fall, are our basic needs being met? Am I hungry, tired, sick? Do we need to reach out to someone who can offer someone love and support? Or do we just need to cry it out?

I don’t cry as often as might feel good for me and I typically don’t cry at the moments that seem most appropriate, like when something really sad just happened or I’m attending a funeral. My tears are too unruly for that.

But, even if there is a part of me that is slightly surprised or slightly embarrassed, I am almost always glad that I cried.

Crying is the first thing that almost all of us do the moment we’re born. It’s a precious part of being human.

The people who I am comfortable enough to cry around are precious to me. I’m so grateful for you. And for those if you, from little ones to big ones, who are comfortable enough to cry around me, thank you. You are so beautiful.

underneath the skin

F9C51EFA-0E4B-4506-9589-65BB56E5C61DThese bones have been hanging out near my family’s river home. A skeleton technically, there’s an aliveness to it because I can feel its energy. I don’t mind seeing bones. They feel like death processed cleanly. And in that clear processing, there’s freedom.

Lately I’ve been reflecting on the importance of taking time to grieve. A well-worn phrase, the problem is, I think, that grief so often seems to take longer than we want it to. Sometimes significantly longer. Grief doesn’t obey schedules and goals, and has a tendency to linger, especially if we’re trying keep it small. But, like indigestion, it has a tendency to come up, and no amount of tums will stuff it down.

I’m not a teacher on grief. Grief teaches me. I respect grief and, when I respect it, I’m respecting myself.

But how to grieve the two mass shootings over the weekend? The white supremacy in our country, our nation. Climate change. Toni Morrison.

I should not be writing on grief. Each time another shooting happens, I have a tendency to go more numb, instead of opening deeper to the pain. It’s unfathomable really. How to grieve the unfathomable?

I have no words of wisdom. Maybe just an honoring. An honoring that we are in a society that is grasping for sanity and one of the best things we can do is feel our feelings, whatever they might be.

And, if what’s coming up is grief, let’s bow to it. Let’s say, “honey, you can take all the time you need to feel your feelings.” Let’s give thanks for the opportunity to feel this grief. It means we’re alive.