Perhaps this post from a couple of years ago explains why I’m not particularly eager to compose anything new right now. Maybe tomorrow . . .
Ship Adrift (source: The Telegraph)
Writing this blog is one of the best things that I have ever done for myself. As an astrologer, I’m supposed to be figuring out how the planets affect me so that I can relate that experience to others as I practice my craft. I guess that I was doing that before, but not in the way that I am doing it now. I’ve mentioned before that I never really believed that keeping a journal or a diary was beneficial for someone like me with a good memory. I couldn’t have been more wrong because I am constantly reminded by this blog that my state of mind often returns to the exact same place it was the year before, and the year before that. I may have a talent for remembering events, but I wasn’t recalling my moods nor realizing their clockwork-like consistency.
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