Beltane Early Growth Moon
Fortuna shifts her affections. I fear I’ve been late in my sacrifices to her over the last month. She left me dangling near the bottom of the pack tonight at Sheepshead. Balancing things out, I suppose.
(fortuna)
Of course, there were a few self-inflicted wounds that I can’t foist off on her. But there were those really bad hands. And, yes, that one very good one.
Had supper with friend Bill Schmidt. We ate at Pad Thai on Grand Avenue in St. Paul, near Macalester College. It’s interesting to note how perspectives change as age downshifts expectations and heightens other facets of life. A factor we both gave a nod to is one little admired in our mobile culture, the virtue of inertia and of its sometime attendant virtue: rootedness.
The soul, I believe, craves constancy, needs some stability and a key way we get that is to put down roots somewhere. I’ve talked about it elsewhere, but it may be especially important in the third phase. This is not to deny the attraction of travel, even of picking up and moving somewhere else, but the decision to do so late in life needs, I think, to be carefully made, with an eye not only to what will be gained but what will be lost.
