Opening your page…
Opening your page…
the twelve rooms
If the signs are how and the planets are what, the houses are where, the twelve arenas of a life a planet can land in. They turn with the hour of your birth, not the season, which is why two people born the same day can live such different chapters.
Body, presence, appearance. The room you enter first.
Money, possessions, the assets you carry.
Daily communication, short journeys, the people you grew up beside.
Roots, the family of origin, the inside of the house.
Art, lovers, children. What you make for the joy of it.
Routines, service, illness and its mending.
The other. Marriage, contracts, open enemies.
Inheritance, taxes, the underworld.
Long journeys, philosophy, the higher mind.
Career, reputation, public face.
Allies, hopes, the chosen people.
Sorrow, the unseen, the long quiet.