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The Rosy Sparkle of Birthday Readings

It should surprise nobody that I do a lot of birthday readings during Leo season. Why? Because those born under this sign know how to treat themselves right—and this includes harnessing the extra magic of solar returns.

When asked about the ideal time to schedule a reading, I always say “trust your gut,” But I confess that while I’m always honored to tune into my clients, I especially adore the rosy sparkle of a birthday reading because that is your personal new year and there’s a lot of “good wind” around beginnings. Thus birthday readings don’t just prognosticate the future. They shape it, since we can beautifully meld our wishes with divine will when the sun is close to its location at the time of our birth. A birthday is a personal new year—only it’s not just about setting intentions. It’s about realizing them.

To schedule a reading for yourself or a loved one, book here.

Venus on 42nd Street

Outside the deli
Primroses and daffodils
I open my coat.

I was reminded of this haiku as I ventured out for my walk super early this morning—the only time to honorably unmask outdoors. It’s my favorite entry from the Haiku on 42nd Street project, which took place in 1994, right after I arrived in New York and then-mayor Giuliani closed down all the deliciously seedy Time Square “theaters” (read: pornhouses). While normally bustling 42nd Street was still a ghost town, local poets had their way with all its marquees. These interstitial moments in history offer such stubborn, sad beauty.

The Church of Gentle Luxury

I’m sitting with Grace by the window in a treasure trove of sunlight and clouds–of white fur and pleather cubes, and a sapphire velvet chaise lounge draped with blue-flowered and animal-printed pillows and throws. Joni is spilling over both of us and I’m trying to figure out which of us—me, Grace, maybe even Joni–fashioned this little alcove. The question fills me with more pleasure than the morning already has. Which is a lot, actually.

It sounds ridiculous, suggesting my cat arranged fabrics and furniture to create this robin’s egg dreamscape by the window. Can’t you see her dragging everything in her cunning little teeth? But if she didn’t actively arrange this child’s dream turned inside out, she certainly inspired it with her perfectly composed paws, her caramel stripes and gleaming eyes. With how she absorbs and exudes beauty.

God I love her. I have zero idea how I’d do intuition work or anything else without her practicalmagic, anything without her reikitty paws-on healing.
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"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy