Do You Know Where Your Wound Lives?
Your Wound Becomes Your MedicineHey y’all, I am so excited to step into this next chapter — this shift, this evolution — as The Mediocre Black Woman becomes a Spiritual House. Before we open the doors fully, I want to show you one of our most important pillars. Y’all know me: I blend many tools. But the first foundation of this rebrand? Astrology. And specifically, the archetype of Chiron — the Wounded Healer. Chiron: The Original Wound, The Original TeacherIn the old myths, Chiron was rejected at birth — abandoned by his mother, ignored by his father. Even though he was later taken in and taught by Apollo and Artemis, that first wound shaped him. And yet, Chiron grew into a master healer and guide. In astrology, Chiron marks the part of us that feels tender, unfixable, or forever raw. But here’s the truth: Inside that wound lives the spiritual gift we’re here to unlock. When we stop shaming our pain and start witnessing it with softness, we open the door to healing — not just for ourselves, but for everyone we touch. Chiron reminds us that our wounding is also our medicine. My Chiron: 5th House • Leo • RetrogradeMy Chiron sits in Leo, retrograde, in the 5th House — shaping how I relate to visibility, creativity, and being witnessed. This placement carries a wound around being seen: the desire to shine and the fear that shining isn’t safe. The longing to express myself and the instinct to hide. Because of the degree my Chiron sits at, the energy doesn’t give “pure Leo.” There’s a Scorpio flavor to it — a pull toward truth, vulnerability, and the parts of myself I learned to protect. With this wound living in the 5th House — the realm of creativity, storytelling, joy, and the inner child — it shows up in every moment where shining felt risky or expression felt dangerous. And it’s also where the healing begins. When I create from honesty rather than performance, something inside me softens and sparks open. Because my Chiron is retrograde, the healing doesn’t happen neatly behind the scenes. It happens in motion, in real time, through the very act of expression. I don’t heal privately and then present a finished product. I heal by letting myself be seen as I become. Put together, my Chiron story isn’t just about being seen — it’s about being seen authentically. This Is the Heartbeat of The HouseAnd that is the heart of The House of The Mediocre Black Woman: A House for Black women who have felt unseen. A House where truth doesn’t shrink. Where depth isn’t “too much.” Where our tenderness, our boldness, our flaws, our fire — all of it — is witnessed, honored, and allowed. Chiron is where our divinity rests inside our humanity — where our pain becomes purpose and our stories become medicine. That’s what this House is built on:
I’m not saying I’ve mastered it — I still get the heart palpitations, the “is this too much?” voice. But I do my best to speak anyway. To create anyway. To show up anyway. And that’s the invitation of this new chapter. Curious Where Your Own Chiron Lives?
Welcome to the House. Where our divinity is found in our humanity. xoxo, Goddess Theadora |