Astrology is not a fated, deterministic, “out there” system that governs our lives. In its highest expression, it is a delicious choose-your-own-adventure, a dynamic language that invites us to discover magic and majesty in the seemingly mundane, to partner with the tenderness of the world, and to honor all the places that live inside of us in their full-throttle range of expression. It asks nothing more of us than to become more of what we already are, and to sit down at our own tables for a succulent feast with a deep trust in this life, and in every space and creature and object that surrounds us.
As a passionately poetic little kid, I first discovered the language of astrology in the glossy, full-color pages of DK’s classic Parkers’ volume. These pages detailed not only each zodiac sign’s energetic and psychological components, but where you could find these energies in the material world. I reveled in my sun sign, Aries, and its associations with everything from the pungency of cayenne pepper to the rough and ready streets of Marseilles, France. This intersection between my internal feeling landscape and the luscious world that surrounded me brought me deeper into both terrains. The world became an ongoing astrological treasure hunt, and I found my fiercely innocent fire energy in the scent of diesel fuel, the exuberant sensations of dance pop music and even, in the saturated magenta of Revlon’s Cherries in the Snow lipstick.
Sensuous astrology is built upon the belief that the answers lie exactly where we are: inside our kitchen cabinets and closets, in the weather that swirls outside of our windows, in the architecture and rhythms of our sprawling city. Think of the feeling on your skin and in your blood before a lightening storm (Uranian, Aquarian energy of rupture, change, and genius breakthroughs). Bite into an explosively juicy summer tomato or tropical fruit (Solar, Leonine energy of playfully being exactly what we are, in all our over-the-top glory). Or deck yourself out in rhinestones and other prismatic surfaces (Mercurial, Gemini energy of curious reflection, and the breathing in and out of information). These experiences are not just symbols of archetypal energies but are the experiential energies themselves. The world is moving with us, alongside of us, inside of us and we, with it.
Here's to diving heart first into the scents, tastes, sounds, and textures of everything that we contain ...
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