Chapter IV Astro-nutrition series: Sagittarius ~ Hunger, Horizons & Feeding the Gypsy spirit (a personal journey) ♐︎
"In Sagittarius’ kitchen ~ food is story."
"Meals are built from travel + trade + wandering.
Food here is not routine, but pilgrimage"
As a kid, I thought that the Aries horoscope at the back of my Mizz magazine was the only one that was meant for me, non of the others applied.. that was what I understood: I was born March 28th, therefore “I am Aries.” I didn’t consciously know that I could be more than one thing beyond the language of Mizz mag horoscopes. I felt defined. boxed in by this flimsy back page. And honestly, it kinda sorta put me off what I thought Astrology was at the time ~
Looking back, I must've known on some level, there was more..
It wasn’t until later on, I circled back round to this initial interest in Astrology & learned there was an entire chart behind me ~ The only thing was, for years my birth time was mixed up with my brother’s, and although I tried to make myself seem fine with the guesswork of the time I was born, I was hungry for the real truth of it.
The chart I kept trying to work with felt off, like wearing someone else’s coat and pretending it fit..
When it eventually came to Mum moving house ~ we were sorting through all the dusty boxes that had been hidden in the depths of the attic when, I finally came to what I’d been seeking: my hospital baby band with my exact birth time written on it! Clear, simple, undeniable ~ with a specificity to the minute that I honestly, squealed over! ~it was a HALLELUJAH moment!
It felt like I'd discovered the missing piece to a map encoded with timeless forgotten treasure..just for me!
And so I put on the technicolour coat that was now mine, & saw that Sagittarius was rising into the midnight sky in the moments I was born ~That particular flavour of fire illuminating the deep blue horizon as I was arriving Earth-side.
Suddenly so much of my life snapped into focus just in this one piece of the map. I’d been living with this Sag energy long before I could name it. It had been swimming in my bloodstream since childhood, shaping the way I moved through the world..and this simply confirmed it. We're not one dimensional beings. We're more than we may ever realise in this life.
Exploring the nature of Astrology & other 'occult' philosophies & practice have become an integral part of my unfurling. Like a living map ~ we have access to these ancient tools as ways of exploring and giving language & land to what we already sense within our core. Helping us to trace the myth of our own being, so that we may wander more consciously through the territories inside & out today. Inspiring orientation toward the true North of an exquisite & unique nature, as a cosmic blue print ~ we discover places where hidden strengths, sensitivities, and undiscovered starlight live.. it's not necessary, but we all have access to it if we choose.
I can remember feeling it as a child ~ that pull toward something beyond what I could see in front of me, that intuitive feeling that the world is richer, more layered, more animate than what’s immediately visible ~ the innocent & sensitive wisdom found in children not yet hardened by the world.
And then came the years of schooling, hustling through various jobs as I got older & the initiation into London lifestyle in my early 20s. My attempts to pursue things that never quite lit me up in the way I hoped they might or eventually would..
to quote Mary Oliver:
"In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be."
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step" -Tao Te Ching
In the symbolism of the Centaur attributed to Sagittarius, I see something that mirrors the moment I set off on my first real journey. Half instinct, half consciousness, part wild body, part searching mind..an innate innocence & vulnerability ..
Sagittarius as the mutable fire sign carries this duality: the animal that moves by feeling and the human who is trying to understand.
I didn’t have language for it at the time, only a pull that lived deep in my body, something that urged me beyond what was familiar, beyond what felt safe or already known, beyond what was expected of me.
For better or worse, as I wandered, I became the Seeker..by nature
I found a hidden holy well & a hungry beast inside who longed to inner-stand more, experience more, feel more, become more… and in the same breath, I realised there's something in the becoming less. Wanting less of what I was told was necessary or needed to get by in this world.. a learning to sit in the deep unknown, comfortably uncomfortable.
Travel & exploration has a way of stripping you down like that. And I'm not talking all-inclusive pool side resort kind of travel..I'm talking about the gritty & exhausting, sensory over load & messy. In sickness & in health. In love & loss.
Most times I think I've learned something on a trip, I get handed a similar lesson with a slightly different texture or depth of flavour on another ~ a little louder & messier maybe, more spice added!
All of it accumulating into this rich humble pie that continues to feed me as I wind on ~ I don't believe this is everyone's' way.. but it's been mine.
There have been so many moments where I’ve felt guilty for wanting to wander ~ for needing to seek more. For changing my mind a lot. And to be honest, that guilt still drops by for tea from time to time. I catch myself shaming the parts of me that don’t seem “stable” or “reliable”: the part that might be escaping, the part that has never quite felt rooted in the so-called "real world", the part that isn’t easily content or committed to a common or expected path.
There’s a little truth woven into those judgments somewhere. These things don’t show up for no reason. But even so, I remind myself that I get to choose which wolf I feed..
I get to run wild with them,
For I decide how I live this one wild & precious life
& news flash: so do you.
The lessons I am learning are of the nature of Nature Herself.
The seasons, the mountains, the winding paths, the forests & streams, the up, the down.. the glowing reflections of people and places we meet around the fire..
I am one who learns through moving, shapeshifting, expanding, contracting, living, dying in infinite cycles ~says this Sagittarius voice inside 𖣐
I am the one with the freedom to be all at once, & go for more..
Sagittarius speaks of the quality of our self-awareness, our inner compass in relation to the world outside.
and the celebration to be sang when we meet layer after layer, no matter the intensity that unfurls within the growing pains.
Soča Valley - Slovenia
After Scorpio season, I'm greeting Sagittarius with a sparkle in my eye. A glimmer of fresh vision shines through..
A sense of renewal & arrival at yet another doorway..
We journey through the cavernous sub-terranean depths, now, out the other side..the way winds on...we are changed, whether we recognise it yet or not..
This step from Scorpio into Sagittarius feels like the hovering on the edge of insight, on the brink of new horizon ~ being there right as the light rushes back in, as the next part of our adventure unfolds..
We notice a luminous dawn chorus beckoning us forth..
"It’s time to stop gazing at your navel and take in the mesmerising, miraculous, eminently entertaining glory of the undiscovered world around you. Sagittarius helps us recover from Scorpio, just as Scorpio helped us recover from Libra, and Libra helped us recover from Virgo, and so on backwards around the circle." - Book of Fire, by Steven Forrest
Giorgia Lamola Glenville
A quick reminder before we continue: this is symbolic guidance, not replacement for medical or life advice. You know your own body & life circumstances, I don't. so please do your own research & ignite your own magick alongside what I'm sharing, check in with yourself, take what resonates, leave the rest. <3
With all that shared~ let's sit, fire side under the twinkling stars of potential resonance, in whatever way this piece of my story lands ~ You have your own relationship to this aspect of life, the Great Wheel ~ Sagittarius..
Remember: here the walls are not walls - we live beneath an infinite night sky, everything is in motion, everything is open..
what's your story?
LET US ENTER THE OPEN KITCHEN SET BENEATH THE STARS:
A fire crackles in a circle of stones.
Pots hang over flames like ancient alchemical pendulums.
Maps are drawn in the sand.
Spices from many lands are scattered across woven cloth like sacred talismans, turmeric the colour of a desert sun, cumin like dark earth, cinnamon like smoke.
In Sagittarius’ kitchen ~ food is story.
Meals are built from travel + trade + wandering.
Food here is not routine, but pilgrimage
The body metabolises not just nutrients, but the adventure of being.
Metabolism is a meta-physical act here.
Every meal is a question
What is freedom?
Where is the next horizon?
Have I been underestimating myself?
What belief will I now discard, and which will I carry forward as new inner fire?
Sagittarius cooks for meaning.
This is not domestic nourishment.
This is mythic fuel.
An open kitchen for the ones who feed their body by feeding their destiny..
Sagittarius is ruled by the expansive force of Jupiter & thrives on nourishment that strengthens the places in the body this planet governs: the liver, the processing of fats (& lived experience), and the muscles, joints, hips, and ligaments that bend & stretch carrying us toward new horizons.
The intention behind Sagittarius-aligned nutrition is to steady the system so the spirit can wander freely.
This means calming the nervous system, supporting healthy liver metabolism, gently stoking digestive fire, and fortifying the structural tissues that allow for movement, stamina, and adventure. Foods that soothe stimulation, aid circulation, support mineral absorption, and sustain physical resilience create a grounded base for Sagittarius’ natural expansiveness..
Can you taste this theme of movement?
In essence, this is a season to nourish the body in ways that help it process experience, build strength, and keep pace with a curious, far-reaching inner fire.
A SPELL FOR THE SEASON:
Jupiter ♃ — Planetary Ruler of Sagittarius
Expansion · Vision · Freedom · Journeys · Resilience · Wisdom
Gather resinous plants, spices, and woods
Process them with intention
Burn them as an offering to the worlds within and around you.
As the smoke rises, touched by fire and carried upwards and outward by the breath of air, may it travel far ~ whispering tales of wild spirit and wanderlust, magick and myth, hope, joy, and vision.
May this offering call in protection, guidance, and clarity in all realms, through every season.
An Exotic Herbal Pantry:
❈ Pine Sap ~ vision, inner strength
❈ Cedar ~ wisdom, grounding, ancestral rooting
❈ Cinnamon ~ prosperity, warmth, expansion
❈ Star Anise ~ clarity, psychic protection
❈ Lemon Peel ~ renewed optimism, brightness
May this Sagittarius season invite a new chapter of exploration, hunger & horizon within & without ~ whatever that looks like for you.
Maybe it happens in the comfort of your home as you burn your incense and sit quietly by the fire.. As we deepen into Winter here in the northern hemisphere: perhaps a new book pulls you in, a festive craft will steady your hands & mind, or a course may come to stretch your inner-standing of life >in-self.
If you’re anything like me, maybe it’s a journey farther afield, out into the world..somewhere..
Wherever the road leads, may your vision take you far & wide, & may it meet you in the way you never knew you needed.
A diolch, A bendith ~ Be well..x
THE JOURNEY
BY MARY OLIVER
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Just a note to say: I use a blend of mostly my own photographs in my posts, but also I borrow ones too when I'm looking for a specific mood & I can't find my own photo to encapsulate that mood.. I don't always know who they belong to so I may credit them but know I send out a deep reverence & true gratitude energetically for the creative inspirations that perfectly embellish my musings alongside my own.
