The Sky Is Meaningful
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.
When I was five, I had my first conversation with my father about the existence of God — or at least the first conversation I can remember.
That I would have such a conversation with Dad was not, in itself, remarkable. He was preoccupied with religion, though very much from his own particular angle. He would talk about God with whomever happened to be available.