I moved to New York City six years ago today. I am indeed one of the vilified Midwestern Transplants, having fled a flyover state to denser Eastern pastures. What was I looking for? It was quite simple, really. I wanted nothing more than to find a partner, be in a band, and work in publishing. And six years later, I find all three of those dreams have come true. I branded them personal dreams, but in truth, all three of them came out of a place of needing something to fulfill me that could only come from others.
They say no man is an island. We human beings need others desperately, as they need us. But often we fling ourselves too far to the Other side of things, becoming quite dependent, sitting atop of society, expecting it to lift us up. But as the other cliché goes (which I choose to purposely un-deify), the World helps those who help themselves. The World would prefer a human being who has taken its assistance and actually done something with it. The full moon in Aries is the perfect time to reflect on the self-society interdependency.
I joke that Aries is the screaming baby of the zodiac. It is truly so: Aries is first, and were it to find itself in any other place in the circle, it would kick and scream its way up to the front. It forges headlong into the world, thinking little of consequences or barriers that may stand in its way. But of course we who are privy to the zodiac know that Aries functions as a mere figurehead, as something that we needed to put in place for lack of a true “beginning.” Blame our human inability to grasp the logic of a universe that has always existed and will always exist, even after we have passed on. But while we’re here, we must believe that our individual existence is necessary. This is the fulfillment of the promise made during the New Moon in Libra: That of the infant ego, on this earth to grow up to fulfill its deeply personal, individual promise.










