Tap into the tool of Astrology to face our changing world
We are alive in a harrowing time and an inspiring time. There are no maps for where we have to go. Before us is an opportunity to build a culture of beauty, justice, and collective wellbeing. But we could just as easily continue on into the deep dangers and violent destruction that threatens all life on Earth.
But we have tools to help us: Myth and magic, symbols and stories. And we have our own skills, brains, talents and ideas to offer. It's just a matter of claiming them and using them to our highest potential.
Astrology can uncover our gifts, our strengths, our creativity, and our passion. It can help us define goals and clarify our values. It is not a religion or a science, but a tool that points to possibilities.
Whatever you are facing in your life, Astrology can help you find solutions that move you into your power. When you feel in right relationship to your work, your family, your body, and your lifestyle, you help the rest of us awaken to that possibility and feed the energy of change.
On this website you will find resources and articles about Astrology, creativity, and the shamanic arts. Let yourself explore. Go even deeper with a live reading with Astrologer, shamanic healer and intuitive reader Rhea Wolf.
May you be filled with insight into your heart's desire and the true beauty you are here to weave into our world. May all beings be free.
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No Maps
by Rhea Wolf
No maps.
Only a finely tuned, invisible-to-the-naked-eye compass
buried somewhere within, supposedly
at one of the power junctures like a pinwheel kaleidoscope
up the spine or around that glowing ball of desire radiating
from the chest or belly or crown.
no map.
only a creaky really creepy voice that twists around a breeze one day while you’re off dreaming on the grass under a tree and the chimes go in and out of song softly and you, in your wise crazy way say, huh. knowing exactly what it all means.
no map.
only a scent that you can’t place in the future or the past, but it reminds you of how beautiful or precious or serious.
no map.
but a light coming through the window.
no map.
only you can’t stop writing.
no map.
but a deck of cards, a candle, a song about water.
no map.
only the littlest truest thrill when a crow squawks as you walk by.
no map.
each our own star. each our own body spinning attracted to the holy center. each a satellite, blinking and sometimes off course. (Please no one shoot me down.) Each waxing and waning pulse.
No map.
cuz you thought it so wild and free to just chuck the thing out a window flying fast down the highway on a roadtrip we’re takin’ ten years ago for no good reason except some free time, oh what the hell and some good music and thinking we’re so wild and free this is the only way to be real and sure we’re alive. and we may be right. Just right. Going in the right direction after all and often enough to understand
the palm of my hand smashed hot and flat against my own chest skin – in between that.
that’s the map.
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