September 28

Two of my favorite people were born today. Apparently, I’ve got a thing for Libras. Which makes sense, considering a Sagittarius is supposedly a soulmate of the scales.

In fact, most of the influential men in my life began their earth journey during the air sign’s rule, insisting on fanning the flames of my archer’s fire.

These two, in particular, align right proper with the constellations — as well as what I define as my own qualities — with their intensity, strong senses of justice, and hard-to-ignore humor.

Today, the stars aligned in a single moment, on the second day of Mercury retrograde. While I was at yet another follow-up appointment, considering my own life and just how fortunate I am, I texted both friends to celebrate their births, and simultaneously received a text from another, who was disclosing the death of his father.

While I’d like to think that everyone’s orbits surround me as the center sun, I never cease to be in awe of how in one single moment, so many things are happening to so many different people, on varying spaces on the spectrum. And I will never stop being thankful that people choose me to share these moments with.

I am fortunate to have a true motley crew of friends, and while they don’t all share my zest for the zodiac, they all certainly make up my moonlight-filled, ink-brushed, star-dotted night sky.

I’m grateful that these two, in particular, have had their courses collide. Thanks for sometimes being gusts of air so that my hearth glows and others a zephyr so that I don’t combust.

Happy birthday, friends.