In Norse cosmology, Yggdrasil is an immense ash tree that grows through the center of the nine realms, connecting all of time and space. At the top perches an eagle; at the bottom are coiled serpents, and in between live all sorts of mythical creatures, as well as us humans. The Norns, the goddesses of fate, keep it watered and fed. It is where men and gods go to be judged, and where Odin hanged himself to obtain the knowledge of everything. 

There is a Warden Tree, a stately old ash, in the yard of my childhood home, this special place that has been the center of my universe my whole life. No such beasts, or faeries, live within it (that I can see), but the roots, the branches and the bark undoubtedly contain memories of generations come and gone. As with most caretakers, I never appreciated it until I was grown and had moved away. Noble guardian, it had never not been there. I see it with new eyes now, and I know it sees me, and always has. 

This is a year of Major Transits for me (and I know I’m not alone in this). Uranus and Pluto are the strongest flavors in the soup, making it occasionally spicy, and occasionally purgative. But also feeding and fulfilling me in strange, new and different ways. After almost two years of eclipses on my Ascendant-Descendant axis, now they move into my 12th and my 6th, in spitting distance of my luminaries. Deep breaths. I will say though, while I’m tracking all of this with circumspection, none of it feels especially bad, just Big. And now felt like the time to pay witness to it here, amidst the unfolding of it all, and while it’s on my heart, with those of you who take the time to read the words I write.

In my nativity, the Moon is my chart ruler. She is vital for keeping my life on course. But so much of my story has been about following the light of the Sun. My solar return chart for the year has Leo rising, ruled by the rays of a Gemini tenth house Sun. I’m also in a 3rd house profection year, which is, natally, a Leo-ruled house—and that one answers to my Gemini 12th. Working with the Sun appears to be the prescription for getting through this time with sanity and a sense of Self. The Six of Cups and the Hanged Man (two of my favorite cards) were the pull for this cosmic chapter of my life. Astrology is the gift that gives me purpose and perspective, and sharing it gives me joy. 

I practice soul-centered astrology, where as it is above is as it is below, and you are not here by accident. In my world, we are all living myths, channels for the gods and goddesses who adopt us at birth. Everything is symbolic, and everything has meaning, no matter how small it might seem. If we follow Ariadne’s thread, she will lead us out of the labyrinth. If you would like to learn more about the magic woven into your birth chart, and the stories written into your soul, send me a message and let the exploration begin.