The day after Neptune, the dreamy planet of illusion, left watery Pisces for fiery Aries, a crossing I said last happened 164 years ago. As I teach it, the sky offers a map, and you still choose your own way.

Lengthen your exhale and sink into the support beneath you. Drop a golden cord of light into the Earth and send down anything you're ready to release. Wander your own inner landscape, tall-grass plains, mountains, water or rocky crags, and notice what appears: a tree, an animal, clouds changing color. Find the warm glow of your higher self and let it brighten through every cell until the rocks and crystals sing. Find your spark of individuality, with its color, temperature and sound, and ask: What do I truly seek?

The bowls opened in a crystal-clear C major, wandered through a pentatonic passage, and came home on an amen cadence. You are never lost.