“Then write it,” the king said.
One evening, Yogi was charting the princess’s horoscope for the twelfth time. Her moon was in Rohini—nurturing, creative, deeply emotional—but Saturn’s aspect was hard, and the nodes of the moon lay across her fifth house of joy.
But Yogi was not finished. He pointed to another point of light. “And that one there? That is your future husband. He is not a prince. He is a potter’s son, and he is building a wheel tonight, thinking of no one, and yet the stars have bound his fate to yours.”
