The second full moon of May, a blue moon in Sagittarius, and a session built around the horizon: the meeting place at your own eye level that moves with you. In astrology, Sagittarius is the sage archer, who holds the drawn bow without firing at every target.

Form the mudra of epiphany, a figure-eight of thumbs and index fingers over a cup of interlaced fingers. Breathe through the heart on a count of five. Sink below the horizon of chatter with each exhale. Stand on a high, open landscape beside the archer and match her unhurried breath. Notice the static in your own field without judgment. Then take her bow, listen with your heart, draw it toward a sparkling star at the galactic center, and say: I hear what is mine to hear.

The bowls hugged E minor, then grounded into A. The moon had set that morning: gone from view but never gone from the sky.