I was born in San Diego, California at the very tail-end of 1968 (Pluto in Virgo, Neptune in Scorpio....HeLLLO Don't fence me in, cosmic asto travelin' and Deep sea diving through the watery caves of the subconscious!). Pluto in the 8th House and Neptune in the 9th tightly conjunct the Midheaven....This explains a lot. At least to all us like-minded esoteric lovechildren swimming through the cosmos.x

 

My father was in the Navy, so my family moved, about every five years. From California to a little port town in Virginia, we lived here and there across the Midwest and coast to coast. Then eventually, came to Arizona where I've lived for over twenty years.

 

Tho my mother's Mexican heritage has effected me greatly, I grew up with very little sense of her rich culture in my childhood. My mother made our home focused on my father's Midwestern roots. He was half German, a quarter English and a quarter Irish. A small town, Americana sorta guy, but an expansive thinker, dreamer and avid reader. The only time I experienced my mother's culture was when we went back  home, to San Diego to see her family. It was SO different...it was Colorful. It was ALIVE. The atmosphere and vibration around my mother's native Spanish-speaking family was exciting and alluring. It held an ancient magic and mystery that I never realized existed within myself until I reached my young adult years. Us kids were so far removed from that part of us, that it never even occurred to us that we looked the least bit Hispanic. So outside of those trips, my mother's culture was all but nonexistant. Nevertheless, I always had a draw to the Southwest and to the Latin culture. My Aunt Flavia, used to tell me that I belonged in the desert....she'd say it inna predictive, knowing way. When the women in my mother's family spoke of things, it always held a secret awareness, an implicit subterranean truth. They had a cosmic connection to a beautiful underground river. Once it flowed up from my subconscious, to my conscious mind, I was hooked. It was so familiar, natural and captivating to me. As if I was being told something that I knew all along, but just never had words for it.

 

So my move to Tucson, is where the seed that had been laying dormant in me finally sprung leaves and eventually blossomed. Who we truly are under all our layers, eventually reveals itself....all in it's own good time for sure.