Read the stars
with me.

In some ways I couldn’t be more different than my Dad and in others I am a chip off the old block. I am still making peace with that! I first met Astrology through him. We shared the same passion for using our connection to the stars to help others and everything I learned about writing and channeling I learned at his desk – often in the middle of the night when I would wake up from nightmares and seek his comfort. He would let me sit on his lap as he typed. His hands moved at lightning speed while he chain smoked cigarettes and listened to Jazz. I didn’t get much sleep but I did get the privilege of hearing him reading his Ephemeris out loud and I loved hearing him exclaim a gleeful ‘Aha!’ when the symbols spoke to him. On those nights in his office the language of the planets and his comforting voice chased my scary dreams away and reminded me to have hope. That is the part of him I try to keep alive through my work. If you remember my Dad or followed his work, thank you. And thank you for being here with me today.