My Rome wasn't to learn art history. Or to speak fluent Italian. My Rome was to wander. To explore and feed my seeker's hunger through social connections and solo adventuring.
The day you were born is a celebration of not just birth but the story of your whole being. The symbolic image of the sky at the moment of birth (natal chart) is such a mysterious map of the lifetime.
When I was eight or so I told people my name was Sarah. Disgusted with being made fun of and called “butter” and “margarine,” the butter runner-up, I chose to rebrand myself.
Since I've begun intimately studying ancient astrology nearly a year ago, the push and pull between a person's ability to exercise free will and the idea that our lives are determined follows me everywhere I go.
