I remember very clearly some instances from when I was younger.  One of them is standing in my first bedroom with my cherry wallpaper lifting my arms in the air whilst my mum dressed me.

I suddenly noticed the little ceramic crib with blue writing on it and went over to inspect it.  My name, birth weight, date of birth and  a big arrow and the words SAGITTARIUS... I fired a round of questions at Mum as I have done ever since!  That little crib was suddenly new and fascinating to me.  I wanted to know who had bought it for me, why they had put that information on it and what it meant.

It's strange to look back at a memory that you have from being 5 years of age.  I remember my intrigue, the total fascination I had with this new concept "something to do with the stars and the time you were born" I remember looking at the little crib for ages, searching for more clues as to what this could mean.

I also remember sitting downstairs watching TV:AM in the days before Richard and Judy!  Seeing Russel Grant discuss star signs in front of a naff black background with moving stars and having that same strange feeling... like it was familiar, like I was remembering something.  The memory is crystal clear and my intrigue was unrelenting.

I remember when I was revising for my A levels, reading that Plato said we don't learn, we re-learn.  We are born with all the knowledge of the universe inside of us but we forget!  Everything that we learn here on earth we are simply remembering.  I loved that as a concept because whenever I learn something, I feel like somehow it makes innate sense... like I had known it, and now I know it again.  There is probably a chemical reason for that feeling of knowing, the concept of understanding and accepting something to be true.

The memories are crystal clear frozen moments in time.  Like my first day at school, writing my name perfectly, whilst the other idiotic kids scribbled and made noise. Ha! I was so boring, anti-social and capable.  My Taurus moon was strong and staunch.  Although, it's 1 am on Saturday morning, I'm stone cold sober and I'm writing about astrology next to my aromatherapy candle so not much has changed!

What I love most about these early 2015 days is the sense of adventure and purpose that I am full of.  I've always said that the happiest times of my life have been filled with learning... revising for exams, writing my dissertation, learning Italian.  My brain, body, my mood, health, happiness... the LOT thrives off it.  I suppose that's quite obvious when you look at my chart.

I've just completed a homework exercise where you have to match three signs to a sentence.
FOR EXAMPLE:

Taurus, Virgo, Pisces - Someone who works at finding a balance between their need for freedom and their need for emotional closeness.

Aries, Leo, Aquarius - A person who flamboyantly shoes off their individuality and competitiveness.

Gemini, Sagittarius, Capricorn - Someone who writes about the financial centres of foreign countries.

I am:

Taurus, Sagittarius, Gemini (very similar to that above example, swapping one earth sign for another) - It could be: Someone who learns and writes about the practicalities of belief systems and ideologies.

Without the Taurus and Capricorn energies that are really strong in my chart, I could be more emotional, more contemplative (with some water)  as it is I'm practical and so I like to be doing things and making things.  What I make are words (thanks to the Gemini) and what I explore are cultures, ideas and far away concepts (thanks to Sagittarius.)  With all the mutable and frantic energy I am kept fixed and focused with my calm and steady Taurus moon.

It all makes so much sense when you know!

Time to sleep.

A narcissistic blog post but I felt like it!

Night night x