hey starstuff,

so i’m building a new website with a designer. it’s an ongoing process right now. with many fits and starts. it’s not easy for me to articulate astrology. i’m still so early in on my journey to mastery. i’d love to become one someday, a master; but i’m not there yet. it’s like when you’re on a massive hike, and you genuinely have already come so far, and yet you’re nowhere near the summit yet. such is my journey to the stars and back. 

i’m just sharing my process here a little, cleaning my mind, finding some clarity. it helps to write it out. i have chiron in gemini, and it really manifests in my life on the regular. i’m told i am a writer, and yet my writing pipe regularly gets clogged. insert-foot-in-mouth syndrome happens a lot as well. it’s uncomfortable, having so much to say, but no words to share it. i think it’s a function of my earthiness. everything is such a bodily experience. it’s hard to put words to it. nothing ever seems to convey it, just right. hello sun in virgo squaring chiron in gemini. so while chiron is in a somewhat precarious placement in my chart, it also shares the same house and sign as my north node. so i know, with all of my heart, that i’m to share my words in this life. whether written or spoken or sung. and ideally all three. and so while i would usually just write this journal entry into my own personal writings, i’m sharing it publicly with you. because it’s in my soul’s journey in this life to share my words. edited, yes, but ideally unedited. my word transforms my life, and sometimes others’. on a plus note, my mercury, planet of communication, is in virgo, which is it’s exaltation placement. exaltation is just what it sounds like: it’s exhilarating. imagine surfing the waves and catching every one. it’s as if my words have a solid foundation beneath them to land accurately, generally speaking. even when i’m pissing people off, i don’t have to apologize for what i’ve said… most of the time (i’m human, i fuck up, it happens). it’s usually that i need to explain my thoughts better. addendums are common. and so it takes more time, sometimes. feeling misunderstood is common as well. and that’s ok, i’ve learned. to be misunderstood. it doesn’t have to create havoc in my life like it used to. i was born to be misunderstood, intentionally so, by my family of origin. the ultimately chiron in gemini wound. i was born unto a misogynistic, conservative and patriarchal placement in my lineage. i can’t tell how far back the wounding goes in each line, but i can tell for sure that my indigenous ancestors were without a doubt in better alignment with the earth before my settlers’ lineages arrived; irish, scottish and english. and my irish roots were in better alignment as well before they were invaded by the english. and all of my roots were in better alignment before christianity invaded their cultures. but if i am here, as the 7th generation from one era, and the 1st generation from another, i’ll be damned if i don’t use every tool at my fingertips to reverse some of the generational trauma. 

and so i begin with the night sky, where it all began. this big ol’ spinning globe, billions of years old, in a fascinating solar system that orbits a truly magnificent star, which is one of trillions within our galaxy. all of our ancestors have sat under similar skies. because no matter where you are on earth, the view is equally intriguing, and impossible to ignore. the vastness, the wonder, the magic. 

and as it turns out, there is meaning to be made as a result of some wildly cosmic order to be found within the chaos. it turns out the macro does indeed impact the micro. we are all made of the same basic ingredients, and so we are impacted by one another. i’m talking about us and the cosmic starstuff, we’re all the same. we function very differently. but that’s where it gets interesting. turns out there are some of us who tune into the language of the stars, as our ancestors have for eons before us. i’m one of those people. i couldn’t help it. my paternal grandmother spoke to me about being a virgo long before i ever started studying astrology. she planted a seed in me, in her own way, through the only means she could given the cultural context we were living in, via jewelry, funny enough. and i trust her messaging. she was a virgo as well. she didn’t initiate me using words, but she got the message across: this is important. 

and so here i am, humbly before ya’ll, to say, i’m an astrologer, and maybe i’m your astrologer too. i genuinely believe that everyone needs one in their life. it’s not an everyday thing for most folks. it becomes an everyday thing for some of us, once we receive the remembering of it in our lives. and some of us fall in the middle – beyond a simple curiosity, but not borderline obsessive. all of it is welcome. i see some of my clients a few times over a particularly stressful period of life. those sessions are therapeutic and informative, a stepping stone to enable safe passage through the rough transit waters. but mostly i see clients in patterned intervals: once a year, once a season, once a month. all of these levels of involvement consist of similar themes; just the level of depth shifts. clients decide for themselves what “amount” of astrology feels like the right amount in their life. astrology is truly beneficial for everyone, to some degree. all it takes is a little trust in the astrologer as the interpreter of the stars, and faith that there is indeed something bigger happening out there, outside of your own experience of life, that directly impacts you on a soul and cellular level. that feels like a bold statement to leave this on, but i’m going to leave it there, mostly because i have to go make dinner for my family. more musings to come. it helps me think to get this stuff out of the way.

until soon. happy litha.

listening to: laura veirs, “sun song.”