The Why of The Skye Writer

I wanted to share a post about the soul of this Substack and why I am here.

I’ve been studying and practicing astrology for more than a decade, but I’ve loved astrology for much longer than that, since I was in high school. It has been one of my longest love affairs.

Taking it back to High School

I was going through a big shift of identity during this time. My dad had passed away, and I was searching for spiritual connection. I started learning about Buddhism, I became a vegetarian and I practiced sun salutations.

Then I was at the bookstore with my mom, browsing by myself, and a book caught my eye because it had my name in title. Well, not Celeste exactly, but Celestial was close enough for me to pick it up. I don’t remember what I read, I just remember the effect it had on me. Basically, 🤯.

And so, Astrology became my lifelong love interest. I even got a Leo tattoo.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that a person with a Gemini Venus in the 9th house would fall madly in love with a field of study.

Like many love affairs, it was tumultuous at times and incredible at other times.

I may have been at the bookstore with my mom the first day I picked up an astrology book, but I definitely didn’t let her see me reading them. No way. She would’ve freaked out, prayed for me, maybe sent me to an exorcist, I don’t know. What I do know, is that it was definitely taboo.

I had to keep it on the down low. I planned these secret elaborate trips where I’d escape to public libraries, bookstores and specialty shops looking for Astrology. If I traveled to a different city, I’d make sure to visit a local public library and at least one bookstore.

But Astrology was pretty obscure back then, so I rarely got lucky. And when I did, I could barely afford to take any of the books home. And anyway, where would I hide them?? So I made copies of the pages at the library or took notes in my journal if I was at a bookstore.

Then I’d come home from my little adventures feeling ecstatic, clutching my prized pages.

I’d carry these sheets around, reading from them, studying them, memorizing every line like it was a letter from a lover.

Once I’d committed the lines to heart, I’d store them away in The Book.

The Book.

It was a compilation of handwritten notes, copied pages and drawings of charts and symbols. I collected these tidbits from everywhere, including my own research from painstakingly studying my and my best friend’s charts.

Later, I took most of it, bound it in a cover I made myself, and gave it to my best friend for her 17th birthday. I loved astrology so much and I wanted her to understand herself the way I did.

Fifteen years later, we were hanging out and she pulled the book out of a box. I couldn’t believe she still had it. She probably still does.

Same thing, different space

So that’s kind of what I’m doing here. Sharing my notes from all over, plus my own personal experiences, experiments, studies and theories. A different kind of book.

But the purpose is the same: I love astrology so much and I want you to understand yourself the way I did.

That’s the soul of The Skye Writer. To translate what’s written in the stars and share it with you here. So that you can know yourself the way the stars know you: as a miracle.

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