If you’ve been with me for a while, it is probably no surprise to you that I love astrology.
Botticelli’s Venus is just one of the many appropriate symbols for our current position on the solar cycle. The sun is in Cancer (June 22nd-ish to July 22nd-ish)…the crab, the scarab, the lobster, the feminine cycles of the moon, the tender vulnerable heart of compassion, enclosed within an exoskeleton.
I have hesitated to bring too much astro content to this blog, since the other thing you have probably figured out about me is that 1. I am not woo woo and 2. That I have a grounded practice of being a practical mystic. That means I like my stories to be accessible, so that you find yourself connecting to universal truth and beauty without needing to figure out what planets are trining your Neptune.
However, astrology permeates my every waking moment. I have been self-studying it for so long (20 years…woah) that it is thickly woven into the tapestry on my personal loom. It is a major part of my frame of reference, so much so that I often don’t notice it, until I make a point to.
Recently, an opportunity for an astrology apprenticeship came on my radar, and I took several days to consider if it was something I wanted to pursue. It will be a considerable commitment, time wise. While my daughter is not a baby anymore and thus I am now stepping into a new phase of motherhood that permits more self-time, I really have only climbed out of the schlumpy, exhausted pit of early childhood like, 5 minutes ago. Can I handle taking on a training?
This apprenticeship is specifically designed for going pro. It consists of a two-month advanced class, followed by a practicum with clients in a group setting, individual supervision from the teacher and a client-load that gets to follow me when I am done.
I have teetered on the edge of being an advanced astrologer for almost 5 years, but a funny thing happened when Fern was born. All those mommy hormones completely obliterated my access to the part of my brain that could sail into the stars. It is partly this that created hesitation for me in jumping into an advanced class…would I just feel so behind and lost?
My daughter’s rising sign, by the way, is Cancer. Your rising sign is the mask you wear to the world. Sometimes this can influence your face shape. Cancer risings often have round faces, like the full moon. I am Sagittarius rising, and I have a long, narrow face, like a horse. (Sag is the Centaur).
Lucky for me, the teacher for this course could not be a better fit. We interviewed over the phone, and I explained my misgivings. Turns out, not only did she completely understand, but she has experienced it herself, being the mother of a toddler. She knows the territory, and I am invited to show up authentically, to be here now.
In those few days I took to weigh my decision, I noticed how intensely astrology shows up in my life. In case you haven’t guessed, I am CONSTANTLY pondering Life. Current astrological positions, my birth chart (or the chart of others), archetypes, elements (earth, air, fire, water) and the cosmic dance are the board members of my habitual philosophizing. As well, when I am sitting with clients, not only is astro information piping up in the background for me, but THEY frequently bring in their curiosity about astrology and how it applies to their problems. Sometimes I offer insight, but more often I keep it under my hat of expertise insecurity.
I am ready to step over the threshold.
Since I like to teach what I need to learn, you bet you can expect the astrological quotient on this blog to increase. Are you interested? Maybe an ongoing series, explaining different aspects of the birth chart, how to work with the elements and archetypes and some theoretical background? Maybe…just maybe…I will also be putting out a call for volunteers who would like to use their charts as guinea pigs.
How about you? Are you into astrology, or do you think it’s a bunch of horsefeathers? Or something in-between?