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Sometimes astrological configurations feed into cultural events in strange ways. Today, the earth comes between slow-moving Jupiter and even slower-moving Neptune in a rare astrological event that is associated with the idealization of beliefs and the confusion of social perceptions with reality. It is highly significant that this powerful lineup, which influences us for months to come, is exact on this anniversary date of the World Trade Center attacks. Rather than helping to heal wounds, this planetary picture can push us farther away from the facts as politics and the media play on our fears.
[by Rick Levine, c/o BeliefNet.com]
Our office didn't open until 11 am, and so I "spent time with the family" by going to the dog park with the dog and the girl and getting our favorite asiago cheese bagels from Einstein's. Simple pleasures and like, I suppose, is my motto for the day. I've largely avoided TV, though I specifically woke up early to hear the names being read (even if the stupid network didn't show the entire list....jesus fcking christ, people, it's not that hard -- I'm sorry if you feared viewers would get bored).
This evening I have therapy. Strangely enough, I was supposed to have therapy last September 11th and didn't go, because well, I thought it was obvious. Turns out I was one of her few clients to cancel or not show up -- most of them went anyway. I'm sure that says something about me, but I won't go into it.
And just for the record, I haven't really cried about anything. I keep wavering between legitimate mourning and grief and fear that I'm falling into a media-induced sentimental trap.
( mixtape and accompanying commentary )
[by Rick Levine, c/o BeliefNet.com]
Our office didn't open until 11 am, and so I "spent time with the family" by going to the dog park with the dog and the girl and getting our favorite asiago cheese bagels from Einstein's. Simple pleasures and like, I suppose, is my motto for the day. I've largely avoided TV, though I specifically woke up early to hear the names being read (even if the stupid network didn't show the entire list....jesus fcking christ, people, it's not that hard -- I'm sorry if you feared viewers would get bored).
This evening I have therapy. Strangely enough, I was supposed to have therapy last September 11th and didn't go, because well, I thought it was obvious. Turns out I was one of her few clients to cancel or not show up -- most of them went anyway. I'm sure that says something about me, but I won't go into it.
And just for the record, I haven't really cried about anything. I keep wavering between legitimate mourning and grief and fear that I'm falling into a media-induced sentimental trap.
( mixtape and accompanying commentary )
