My mother taught me the zodiac before she taught me much else. She was an Aries and never let me forget it. I was a Leo, which she said explained everything.
She died when I was twelve. Astrology is where I went. It gave me somewhere to put the grief and a language for what had happened, and it never left.
For most of my adult life I kept it quiet. I built a career in tech, where I was the logical one, the data person, and I decided that a practice older than most religions would cost me credibility. So I read charts privately and said nothing about it. I wish I had been kinder to myself about that.
I used to practise under the name AdAstraAstrology. Latin, to the stars. It suited who I was then, when astrology was still something distant that I was reaching toward. It is not distant now.
Astro Ani is the version that stopped apologising.
What I do is not fortune telling. Your chart will not tell you who you marry or when the job comes through. It will tell you how you are built, what you keep circling back to, and what the current weather is asking of you. I read whole charts in context, I use myth where it earns its place, and I do not dump archetypes on people. Curiosity and critical thinking are the whole method.
Twenty years of study, and it is still the most useful mirror I own.
- 20+years studying and practising astrology
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