This is Virginia Bell. She is not only a gifted astrologer but a lovely friend and mentor whom I trust implicitly. Once a year, I consult her professionally and, with big-picture perspective and kind wisdom, she helps chart a path that aligns me with my calling and the lessons I must court given the astrological aspects coming into the play. She cites such wide-ranging sages as Jane Austen, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, Marianne Williamson, Rumi, and Jung, and connects my chart to those of our country and world, which I love since I ardently believe no human trajectory exists in a vacuum. Every visit she offers me a guiding catchphrase and question to consider. This year’s catchphrase: “Creative chaos.” The question: “Where am I thinking too small?” Gosh, I just love her.
I need a month–nay, a week!–in which no one who obviously needs therapy tells me that they don’t need therapy because they do iowaska. I am an intuitive, and absolutely believe in the revelations offered by such experiences. But I also believe in the rigor and incremental changes of regular old therapy. God knows the work I do only increases my need for it. Continue Reading →
The last day of Mercury Retrograde, and snow settles over the city like the softest of blankets, stopping us in our tracks and quieting our conversations—what Lou Reed called, “Oh, oh, my, and what shall we wear/oh, oh, my, and who really cares.” This morning I ran my errands very early so I could climb indoors when the snow came, and marvel over the world growing old and young at once. I’ve heard the last weeks of December and first of January are out of time completely, and today this feels true. It’s not just that my solar return is on the 19th so these days are personally balsamic. It’s that this is the darkest period of our orbit around the sun, and as our eyes adjust to the lack of physical light, our souls have a rare opportunity to show us the way. The snow can seem cold, unforgiving, isolating. But if we listen below its stillness we can hear our hearts beating. More than that, we can hear them ringing. Clear as bells, they are saying, Only love always glows.