Wisdom isn’t elsewhere, it’s everywhere
August 24, 2025
Reading the weekly horoscopes at the back of the newspaper is something I’ve done since I was a kid. I was really into it then just as I am now. My older sister shared my passion. Actually probably even more. She was typically the one who’d orate over Sunday pancakes what the astrologist would have to say for us Libras.
It just so happens that everyone in my family is a Libra. So the reading ended before any pancake was consumed. Yet because it was the only one that received the most attention, it’s of no coincidence that the traits and characteristics for Libra and how the upcoming week would be influenced by celestial’s grip, became indelibly familiar. It is worth mentioning that even though we are all Libras, born within the first half of October, we’re strikingly different. My first house is ruled by Scorpio and its where my moon sits. So you can say, at least according to Jyotish, I’m actually very Scorpion in nature. Interestingly, this is an irrefutable truth of the diverse mash-up that happens regardless of one’s sun-sign.
I couldn’t tell if my parents were as moved. They listened, though they probably didn’t really care. They seemed to be of a different era, where the frenzy, allure, and insights of astrology had not registered. As a twelve year old girl, any mention of the gravitas of Venus or Mars, the Norse god Odin, Egyptian cosmology, or the ancient goddess Sophia stood out and I paid attention. It simultaneously satiated and sparked a deep wonder and curiosity of the cosmos and just how bizarrely not random it was. In the hidden chasms of my mind and body all of it made absolute sense.
After years of studying Ayurveda and having several Jyotish readings and even studying it briefly, astrology seems to weave story over story, layer upon cosmic layer which for me was and continues to be meaningful. I felt seen in a prismatic and very ancient way. Suffice it to say, if you haven't already surmised, I’m a believer in the utterly unique signature that’s punctuated in the stars at the time of our birth.
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Today I’m just a few years older than my mom was, when we’d all sit down at the kitchen table. She typically faced west, me the twelve year old, always to her left, and my father across from me. She was likely sipping her coffee with painstaking patience while listening to yet another horoscope followed by the previous night’s dreams. Now as the only Libra in my current family, where I’m the mum, I assume the role of rattling off the weekly horoscopes. Part habit, part nostalgia, I’ll admit these short, often 4-5 sentence clips often read like sales copy, but I still read them and reflect. A few weeks back there was one in particular that was quite good.
May you greet the sacred in the dust and mud.
A line ascribed for the week of July 30th and for my Gemini husband, it’s nevertheless an incantation I think we all can heed. The goddess Sophia, as the story goes, split and dispersed herself throughout the material world. There is not one stone, tree, drop of ocean or blood that Sophia is not. She is every part of the material, conscious, and physical world. There is nothing without her wisdom, essence, and divinity.
Diving deeper into this Gnostic scripture Pistis Sophia, the Saviour is her consort. Together they express the androgynous, the undivided, and the light of all conscious awareness. She, the force that creates, the Saviour, the space that hosts it all.
I’m not a theologian nor a Gnostic scholar, so the extent to which I’m speaking to these concepts is limited. But I will say that truth need not be complicated. There just happens to be a myriad of ways it’s expressed. There is Sophia in the mud and dawn, the moment laughter sparks and becomes contagious, or when two individuals lock eyes. Sophia is both the pain of the ego and the soul of love. Sophia is you. Sophia is me.
This wisdom isn’t elsewhere, it’s everywhere.
Yours, Erin