The Sky Is Meaningful
A wounded willow sapling became my first lesson in guilt, ritual, and the mysterious power of sacred attention. This childhood memoir recalls a very young boy, a damaged tree, and the first strange intuition that words, gesture, remorse, and love might somehow participate in the healing of what has been harmed.
Before astrology became a language of meaning, it began as wonder: a childhood encounter with papier-mâché planets, classroom enchantment, and the first glimpse of a solar system that felt personal, beautiful, and alive with significance.
As I prepare to attend the 14th Anniversary Mass of All Inclusive Ministries, I find myself reflecting on a path no one could have predicted—and on all the churches that helped shape it. If someone had told the boy I once was that he would one day become a Catholic, help establish an LGBTQ Catholic ministry, and spend decades as a professional astrologer, I would have found it utterly improbable.