This is my 12th-House Year under Virgo: the year of self-undoing, addictions & isolated places, the interior caverns where your ashes & poetry are, where only the disciplined & wildly free can venture. Each year of our lives, there is a planet & house in our birth charts that dictates how & where our focus beams. That’s why consulting our charts once/year on our bdays is the VERY LEAST we can do. I’m a Pisces who doesn’t believe in maps, but make sure you at least know you’re on the path less traveled or your infernal repetitions will hold you hostage. You’re going the right way if you can’t see ahead. Mercury, the swift, delicate prince of our nerves & messages, governing the hot & cold temperatures of the brain, is my partner this year. Merc is the only god in the pantheon who can venture to hell & back again to Olympus. So, what’s been happening? I’ve left the liquid & smoke of mind-altering potions behind, 6 months sober in the palace of vividly colorful & monstrous clarity, illusions unraveling that reigned during my slumber. I owe it to myself & my Muses to beautify each level of the basement. I never had a “problem,” but I’m finding so many coy solutions to everything. I’ve listened more & had less to say. The glare of my eyes have become deafening words to those around me. The doorways are open. I’ve begun editing (Merc) books & satsangs for an ashram (12th house) as seva, service. The more love I invite in, the more illness pours out. As I stretch my heart open, I also release Virgo’s debts that dazzle & haunt me before they grow quiet & irrelevant. Difficulty has made everything seem possible & I’m building my freedom in silence. There isn’t the normal compatibility b/w my mind & words bc my heart is speaking now. Feeling unheard doesn’t feel as lonely anymore. Everything I say to my kin seems untrue. I can’t find the words to match persistant blissful tears that drip up & down the secret garden of my spine, watering & fertilizing the soul’s soil so the light of God can push the Self through the dark earth. Taking it all off & inviting it all in so that next year, my 1st-house year, we won’t even recognize me. It’s 3:12 on the ⏰, my bday.