Astrology found in me (Charlie Cross) an open heart-mind during my junior year at Carleton College, in Northfield, Minnesota, in the spring, when the ice was thawing and the greenery was starting to bloom. I was starting to flourish myself, on the tail end of a major healing after being cracked open by a torn Sartorius muscle, an initiatory wound.
I was enjoying the sun and skin, but I found deeper nourishment in the night sky and Steven Forrest’s The Inner Sky. The stars and I fell head over heels in love, enchanted. Like a new pair of glasses, life felt sharper and more beautiful. Beneath the pain and confusion of the previous year and a half, I discovered an enlivening trust that there was an order to the universe and an epic story for me to live.
In my first reading with a professional astrologer, I felt incredibly seen, as if for the first time, in a true light. Working with that astrologer for the coming months, I felt supported through a process of transformation, like a butterfly coming out of metamorphosis.
