Realizing that it was time for a change in my magical life, and that Aphrodite was all in favor of said change, Laurelei runs in the direction of the Forge. The scales tip wildly out of balance. (Who'd have guessed?) Almost immediately, I am flooded (pun intended) with messages regarding Aphrodite ... ("Come speak at this event about your book...", "I have a question about Her ...", etc.).
No, little Libra, you shouldn't abandon the stars and the sea to play only amongst the soot and the fire. Balance.
But don't forsake the hammer and tongs (and alchemical magic and Father Qayin) in the golden bower.