Sun Lines & Places That Made Me Glow Pt 1
Living on your Sun line? 10/10, no notes, would highly recommend.
I believe that in a past life, I was born in a small town on an island somewhere, selling mangos for a living. I hate the cold and feel happiest when I’m near the equator or somewhere where it’s tropically hot. The humidity comes, and I feel like I can breathe!
My Sun line, along with a cluster of other important planet lines, runs through Florida, the Caribbean, and South America. This entry will be a two-part situation that details my overall love for my Sun line, which blossomed into longer trips during my year of travel.
The simplest way I can explain Sun line energy is like a full embodiment of your “happy place”. Whatever reminds you of home, charges you up, and leaves you feeling deeply, satisfyingly settled in your soul - that’s how I feel when traveling to these locations.
I’ve had the pleasure of living on and traveling to my Sun lines on various occasions. One of my many leaps of faith included moving to Florida after graduating college, never having been to the state and not knowing anyone lol. Looking back, my time out there was probably the first time I felt truly alive, in my own authority and interestingly enough, beautiful. Radiant even. Like, yeah we was dealing with post-college, entry work force bullshit, but my gawd.
We would have to pull up chairs and make some citrus tea to really giggle through all the shenanigans experienced when I lived there, so to make a long story short, here are my top three favorite memories:
One)
My hair and skin soaked up the sun and humidity in ways that felt so rhythmically aligned. This was after living in a small town where it snowed from October through May for four years, by the way! I remember it felt so good to have my curly hair out without having to shove it under a beanie or hood.
On top of that, the humidity in the air felt like it was working with all my moisturizing and hydrating efforts, instead of against them like the natural forces did living in the southwest. I wasn’t forced to cover my body, and it was nothing to walk outside with half-wet hair, as the sun was strong and would dry it instantly. Playing, working, sweating, and living in that strong sun plus humidity also made my skin even and radiant in ways no 10-step skin routine could ever. The freedom in my body allowed me to relax, almost move more slowly, which is why I truly do attest that my time living in Florida was the start of my expansion beyond Christianity. It was like a reintroduction to my body, which, with new language, I would now say an introduction to my Ori.
In the assimilated south and southwest, that type of freedom in our hair and body was “othered”. It wasn’t encouraged and definitely didn’t come with social currency in professional settings if you didn’t fall into a particular texture, social class, or body type. The higher you climbed on that professional ladder, the straighter your hair had to be, the more conservative your dress and body had to be. I felt most free being in places with people who weren’t afraid of the sun and getting too Black. I felt most free around folks who loved their natural hair because all that straightening shit be WACK when considering all the dancing, loving, and laughing that caused sweat. I felt most free when witnessing a priestess call down spirit with a cigar on her lips, a tank top that allowed her breasts to sit comfortably, and a wrap rolled up around her waist in which her belly and rolls rested so beautifully between her hips. It was hot af, and wasn’t no air conditioning lol. So DUH, her garments made sense and were practical, so we could get that spiritual work done! That shit wasn’t a show, so even with respect to understanding the historical context of our Sunday’s best and women being so fucking covered in spiritual spaces, seeing Aunty in her fullness taking up space was inspiring.
The way we were taught to regard fullness and anything other than a “correctly” shaped size 2 after birthing babies, bleeding monthly, and our body having the intrinsic knowledge of how to energetically wrap ourselves in muscle and fat to be the priest, the conjurer of spirit, the nurturer, the lover, the one to alchemize the communal Black hurt, is wild. The deep reliance on air conditioning in the States compared to the war on Caribbean electrical grids as a breeding ground for embodiment is a deeper part of this conversation for later, so we gon end this here.
Two)
My free time was energetically charged with purpose on my sun lines. My Sagittarius stellium was so giddy with the endless things to do, foods to enjoy, and different cultures to learn from. My off days from work would include getting in the car at 1 am and driving to the nearest coast to watch the sun rise at a new beach. I explored new towns, built my photography portfolio, went dancing with friends, and took full advantage of the absolute ridiculousness (read, lawlessness lol) that exists within Florida. As a lover of culture and Black folks, I enjoyed the practice of how Blackness is not a monolith. I didn’t feel the need to get on a plane to satisfy my curious spirit, as the pursuit of finding the best Apreapa spot in town and other side quests kept my schedule full lol.
Three)
Things felt more beautiful. I’m not sure how else to explain it, but with Venus being my chart ruler, the sun activations pulsing through my body on top of the lush tropicalness of the land - it’s like I had new baby taste buds and everything was just overwhelmingly beautiful. I wish I were exaggerating, but my sun in Sagittarius also exists in my 8th house, HA, so it really was and still is that deep for me. Deep pleasure was awakened during my time living in Florida in various ways: I realized the scam of top-heavy Fortune 500 companies and decided the 9 to 5 rat race wasn’t for me, I took insanely vibrant photos that reminded me of my longtime affair with Color, men were attracted to me not because I was conventionally attractive, but because they didn’t hate their mothers and appreciated, worshiped even natural features that resembled mine, PUBLIX and buying fruit and groceries from there lol, art and food festivales that were always happening, and the energy. The energy was both pure yet ancient and still.
The land was flat and deep, full of swamps and underground caves that we swam in, as well as spring water creeks. Florida had its own brand of cruelty during slavery, and backwoods alligators, Spanish moss, and an energy of lawlessness because politicians (IMO) just don’t know what to do with that energy. Even now, taking away vaccine mandates instead of addressing gun laws, like what are we doing?
Over that cup of citrus tea, we’ll talk more about how this time in Florida was the thread that I definitely led to my initiation into priesthood through Ifa, but I definitely do appreciate the sacredness of that land.
As a reminder, Astro.com has a great astrotravel breakdown; tap in and don’t forget that any and all astrology interpretations are someone’s bias, and that your birth chart is a culmination of the synergy of a lot of different energies. Taking it a step further, when you apply that to your astrocartography, be mindful of the bigger picture our charts paint when considering planet lines.
Take time to get to know your birth chart first. Research astrologers to help you begin interpreting your chart and stay off ChatGPT. Then dive into astrocartography and use it as a way to be in tune and reflect on how you feel in certain places, not the end-all be-all of your travel choices.
During my year of travel, I was called to spend my birthday in sweet Colombia. My next entry will be part two of my sun line glow and more on my time in the country.
See you there,
Janiece Ifasooto