A short path runs from the corner where your life sits easiest to the wild edge past the fence, and the gate hangs cracked open. Your Part of Fortune, the ease-point your chart figures from rising sign, Sun, and Moon by sect, makes a sextile to Lilith, the Black Moon at the lunar apogee, the untamed self. The opening is offered, never forced. Carry your comfort out to where the wildness lives instead of fencing it off, and both stretch roomier. No prize comes handed over here. The door swings the day you stop keeping the unruly part outside your ease and let the two of them share one patch of warm ground.