Are you into astrology? I am, to a point. I’m not a slave to it. I don’t have an astrologer on retainer. I am capable of making decisions before I’ve read my daily horoscope. But I am curious about it. And very often I’ll see an astrologer or read a horoscope that describes me, an event in my life, or something I should be aware of, that is absolutely bang on.
Years ago, in Montreal, I worked with a fashion designer who introduced me to his astrologer. He was amazing. The first time I went to him, he absolutely insisted that I was one of three children. I kept insisting that I was an only child. Which I am. He said we didn’t all have to be living — that my mother had conceived three times. That gave me pause, because my mother had an ectopic pregnancy when I was four years old.
But still, that would have made me one of only two conceptions. He wouldn’t let it go. Normally, he would have totally pissed me off, and I would have cut the appointment short. But there was something about him. Before I left he made me promise to ask my mother and let him know what she said. The instant I left his office and got home (pre cell phone days) I called my mother and said I was coming over.
At first when I told her that I’d been to see an astrologer she was dismissive. “Well”, she said. “You’ve just blown a hundred bucks.” Then I told her that he’d been adamant that I was one of three children. Her jaw dropped. And then she told me that she’d had a miscarriage before me. Then she decided she wanted to go and see him, herself.
I went to him regularly for years. By regularly I mean once a year, before my birthday. The timing was his idea. He felt it was important to be able to prepare for Continue reading