The Ink-Pot and the Palette

Today was kind of a throwback to earlier times for me. I started it at a women's workshop with yoga and mystical overtones, three hours of body acceptance and self-compassion that took me back to my therapy days.

It got emotionally taxing for me when we were asked to "send loving kindness to someone you love," a concept that feels very dangerous to me, but it took place in a safe environment, and all in all I think it was beneficial.

I rode Clyde to County Cork, the Irish style pub in my neighborhood (they have gluten-free beer!), for a lunch date with an old friend from my astrology days. She's a professional astrologer--makes part of her living at it--and I didn't want to say "Hey, I've left all that behind and outgrown this thing that's so central to your life and beliefs," so I went with it, and you know what? It was fun!

Talking astrology is like entering a conversation in a language that I was once fluent in and can still speak. It's a beautiful language, poetic, mythic, entirely metaphorical and very colorful, and we ended up having an excellent time.

I'm not sure I believe that a financial windfall is coming my way in the next few months, but I'll say this: I could read the astrological symbolism that led her to her prediction, and I certainly won't mind if it comes true.