22/06/2026
It took me a long time to speak about Chiron.
Perhaps because there is no way to speak about Chiron without speaking about myself.
And for someone whose Chiron lives in the realm of identity, that is no small thing.
My Chiron asks me to remove the armor.
To shed the layers of protection.
To stand naked before life.
Not physically naked, but soul naked.
The kind of nakedness that comes when we stop hiding behind who we think we should be and allow ourselves to become who we truly are.
My Chiron speaks of the fear of being seen.
The fear of being authentic.
The fear of trusting my own inner knowing.
It speaks of the moments I abandoned my intuition because I doubted myself.
The times I chose safety over truth.
The masks I wore to earn belonging.
For years, I thought the wound was something to heal.
Now I understand it differently.
Chiron was never asking me to become someone else.
It was asking me to come home to myself.
And now, as Chiron returns to Ta**us and touches the very place it occupies in my natal chart, I find myself standing at a sacred threshold.
Not where the wound began.
But where wisdom was born.
Because every scar became a doorway.
Every rejection became an initiation.
Every moment of self-doubt became an invitation to trust myself more deeply.
This return is not a reminder of what hurt.
It is a reminder of what survived.
Of what remained true beneath every mask.
Of the woman I was always becoming.
And perhaps that is Chiron’s greatest gift:
Not healing the wound.
But discovering the sacred self that was waiting underneath it all.
