I have a radical proposal. It might offend you. You may think I’m so far off the mark you’ll stop reading my horoscopes. I’m willing to take that risk, and prepared to admit that I could be wrong, but I don’t think so. Here goes: There is a sense in which the source of your wound is potentially also the source of the “medicine” that will heal the wound.
When Libra-born Mohandas Gandhi was 19, he moved to London from his native India to study law. In an effort to become an English gentleman, he took elocution lessons and learned to dance. He bought fine clothes and a gold watch-chain. Each morning he stood before a giant mirror and fussed with his hair and necktie until they were perfect. In retrospect, this phase of his life seems irrelevant.
This may be controversial, but I suspect your emphasis shouldn’t be on sex, drugs and rock and roll. Instead, your specialties should be hard-earned intimacy, altered states the result of deep introspection, and music that arouses reverence and other sacred emotions.
New York City’s Diamond District is home to more than 2,000 businesses that buy and sell jewelry. Through the years, many people have lost pieces of treasure here. Valuable bits of gold and gems have fallen off broken necklaces, earrings, watches, and other accessories.
You’re entering a phase when you reap rich rewards by nurturing the health of your favorite posse, ensemble or organization. How is the group’s collective mental health? Any festering rifts? Apathetic attitudes or weakening resolves? Be the leader who builds solidarity and cultivates consensus.
The good news? America has more trees than it did 100 years ago. Aggressive efforts to replace decimated old-growth forests paid off. The bad news? The new forests have a far less diverse selection of tree species than the originals. The fresh batches are often crowded into smaller spaces, so wildfires are more massive and devastating.
In 1987, college freshman Mike Hayes was having trouble paying for his University of Illinois education. He appealed for help to famous newspaper columnist Bob Greene, who asked each of his many readers to send Hayes a penny. The response was tidal.
If Pope Francis isn’t traveling, he comes out to meet the public in St. Peter’s Square every Wednesday. During one such event last January, he took a few moments to bestow tender attention on a talking parrot that belonged to a male stripper.
The word “abracadabra” is a spell that stage magicians say at the climax of their tricks: a catalyst that supposedly makes a rabbit materialize from a hat or an assistant disappear in a puff of smoke. It’s not real sorcery. It’s an illusion perpetrated by the magician’s hocus-pocus. But “abracadabra” has a little-known history, as an incantation real magicians used to generate authentic wizardry, that can be traced back to Gnostic magi of the second century.
“My definition of a devil is a god who has not been recognized,” said mythologist Joseph Campbell. “It is a power in you to which you have not given expression, and you push it back. And then, like all repressed energy, it builds up and becomes dangerous to the position you’re trying to hold.”