You were meant to be.
On how astrology re-members us.
I use astrology to help people who don’t know themselves come back home. You can do anything from home. Home being your body, your authenticity, your energetic throughline. You can create your masterpiece, your life’s work, your soul nourishing journey and you can undermine fascism and lifelessness and oppression. You truly can do it all. In the exact balance that is right for you, and the exact balance the world needs added to the scales.
You were meant to be here. And I use astrology to tell that story.
I had dismembered myself from a young age. My masks were many and vast in scope. The analogy that has stayed with me is that I once was a beautiful castle, and brick by brick I used that castle to build a wall around me. And by the time the wall was complete, the castle was gone, and I was no one, a nothing, within a cage of my own design. And yes, the 8 of Swords and I are well-acquainted, thank you.
Astrology, slowly and diligently helped me identify pockets of energy within myself. Places I’d long repressed (hello 10th house Leo stellium) parts I was ashamed of (bonjour cancer sun) and parts that made me feel like I was fucked (Libra south node in the 1st, I’m looking at you.) It wasn’t all bad. I was quite excited about the Leo placements, my Jupiter in Pisces and Scorpio Pluto in the 1st.
The bag was mixed, to be sure, but because I had language to put to it (Oh, people pleasing is how I present myself ala my Libra rising), it suddenly wasn’t my fucked-upedness, it was an energetic pattern present in my design alongside millions of others. It wasn’t personal or evil, it was like a flavor that got mixed in to my ice cream sundae. And my basic knowing has always been that we are inherently delicious.
Yes, I’m mouthy. And I interrupt. ESPECIALLY if I have something funny to say. Yes I’m paranoid about relationships and loyalty and being burdened inordinately with the needs and expectations of others. Yes I’d rather dance and make incredible food and read books than work for a living. Yes, I believe that we should all be free, treated with dignity and loved into flourishing. And that’s all there, in my chart. Pieces long forgotten and ill-received, right alongside things I cherish about myself deeply.
And seeing them all, through this observers lens where again, this isn’t MY unique brokenness, but rather an understood and identifiable pattern of experiences and responses, an energy blueprint or archetype, was so healing. Sometimes it was absolutely gutting. Do not misunderstand. I didn’t skip through the tulips on this journey. I once threw an astrology book that had the AUDACITY to tell me that I’m afraid people with think I’m stupid because I have my Chiron in Gemini. And when my best friend revealed that I had Cancer MC (medium coli, 10th house cusp), I raged and cried and felt betrayed. Betrayed by my own beingness.
And yet, I’m not the only person with a Cancer MC. And it’s not written of as a death sentence. And so again, I’d be able to peel back and find a space between this identity of someone who was just fundamentally built wrong, even if it took me months or years to truly relax into the knowing.
I painstakingly analyzed my own chart, celebrity charts, friends and family charts and now client charts to show them on the wheel exactly how incredible they are. And that has to include their wounds because wow, you’re this amazing AND you went through that? Phenomenal. May your name ring out from a chorus of angels. Your ancestors are so proud of you. Thank you for being here with us in this time, in this place. I am honored.
That is how I practice astrology. It is a holy-making practice, and thus it invites wholeness.
