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A Much-Needed Break

I haven’t been sleeping well the past few days. I’ve had a dozen last minute-appointments and rushed natal charts since many of my clients are going on vacation or are in NYC for only a limited time. I am very lucky to have a growing client base, but the extra work has taken a toll on my sleep.

I wasn’t able to find time to make a meal for myself, so I picked at leftovers from the refrigerator all afternoon. Michelle gave me a call to check in, and before I could resist she was at my door with a picnic basket and a full tank of gas.

Michelle picked me up in her Subaru and we headed out of the city in search of some fresh air and a smog-free clear night sky. This outing was just what I needed to unwind. As a Pisces, I often put the needs of others before my own. Michelle has always been aware of this personality trait and doesn’t mind taking the reins when need be. We listened to Joni Mitchell on our 45-minute ride to Pyramid Mountain.

Once there, we ate sandwiches and watched the sun set and the stars appear. Most of the constellations were clearly visible. I felt at peace.

Michelle dropped me off at the brownstone before midnight, a happy dusty, tired mess. I took a short bath to relax and finally slept through the night.

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Old Classmates

One of my dear friends from NYU has written a book on the psychology behind relational bliss. Thrilled to spend an evening with my peers, I rescheduled my last appointment so I could be in time for an early afternoon book release party in Hell’s Kitchen. Judging by the amount of public and press at the event, the book release was a great success.

Many of my old classmates from my doctorate program were there, and I was interested in hearing about all the various careers paths we followed. Although we completed the same psychology program, I was the only one who pursued intuitive astrology. Later I ran into my editor from Luminary World at the bar and was relieved to hear that the magazine’s readership has increased from the previous fiscal year. I welcomed this exciting news.

After spending the evening with my peers, I felt inspired. I stayed up late gazing through my telescope and journaling my thoughts.

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Disappointment

Julie and I had a lot of fun helping Sarah with her outfit and makeup for a friend’s weekday wedding. Sarah’s old friend Jill asked her to be a witness at the courthouse. The wedding was very spur of the moment. Sarah found out about the engagement and ceremony only about 72 hours in advance, as did most of the other guests. From what I have gathered, Jill is a spontaneous, free-spirited person who is full of surprises.

Jill mentioned that Kevin, Sarah’s ex-boyfriend, might attend the ceremony. Sarah and Kevin had met while attending college at Julliard and had broken up when Kevin’s career as an opera singer took off. Sarah rejected Kevin’s marriage proposal and stayed in NYC to pursue her musical career because she simply did not want to be “just a wife who used to play the violin.” I respect Sarah for her drive, but I have observed her loneliness and sadness since the breakup. Sarah was looking forward to seeing Kevin again.

I insisted on loaning Sarah one of my favorite dresses—an ocean-blue knee-length cotton dress with cap sleeves and a deep V-neck. Julie colored Sarah’s eyelids with plum shadow to compliment her hazel eyes, curled her long eyelashes, and applied a light coat of peach blush. Sarah looked beautiful. I took a few photos to send to Sarah’s mother, Rose.

Julie and I played a few games of cards and went to bed early. The next morning we found out that Kevin didn’t make it to the ceremony after all; he is currently on tour in Germany. I told Sarah that this meeting wasn’t in the stars and assured her that she will see him again soon. She was clearly upset, but chose to distract herself by organizing some neglected file cabinets in her office.

How do you manage your expectations?

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People Watching

The cloud-filled afternoon was well spent at the Columbus Ave. farmers’ market on Columbus and 79th, just across the way from the Natural History Museum. Alone, with no other plans for the day, I searched for the perfect cherry tomatoes, butter lettuce, and purple plums, and I even found a handmade beeswax candle with a cheerful Capricorn goat engraved in the glass—Julie will love it!

I bought a large kale-orange-apple juice and sat on a bench for what felt like a few hours. I thought about the tomato tart I wanted to make and how I needed to stop at the grocery store on the way home. But mostly I just watched families enter and exit the museum.

Stuffed toy woolly mammoths larger than their new owners appeared to be floating in midair but eventually hit the ground, dragged on the dirty sidewalk. Ice cream cones were purchased and sometimes dropped—if so, new ones were purchased and eaten. Dads pulled out their wallets; moms pulled out plastic zip bags full of crunchy snacks to distract their children from handheld devices. The sun crept through the clouds and made a few appearances. I couldn’t help but think about my parents and how little time we had spent together and how much the world has changed since I was nine years old.

As an intuitive astrologist, I am a keen observer of the cosmos along with the human experience. Sometimes I forget how much I enjoy pausing and observing the interesting people in my environment as well as their behaviors and interactions. This was truly an afternoon well spent.

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Play Ball!

Although we have always preferred football to baseball, Jeff insisted we go on an “adventure,” as he put it, to the South Bronx to see the Yankees play the Red Sox at Yankee Stadium. He assured me that it would be a “thrilling game” and that “summer is really not summer until you go to a baseball game.”

We had a wonderful time, despite all the additional innings. We even managed to stay until the end of the game and see the Yankees beat the odds by winning. We ate hotdogs and shared a beer, which we haven’t done since Jeff turned 21.

Spending the whole day with my son was a pleasure. Jeff opened up to me about his job and his lack of interest in pharmaceutical sales. I wasn’t the least bit surprised by his disinterest. Jeff needs to work in a field where he can make a difference and help people. I was surprised to hear that Jeff missed home while he was at school in California. I always thought that he forgot about home the second he stepped on the plane. On our way home we picked up pizza for dinner and then watched an action movie together.

What do you like to do on your day off?

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Sunburn and a Surprise Meeting

King is a social dog. Every time we go on a walk, we end up making a new friend, human or canine. Everyone wants to chat and find out whether King is a purebred. He is, and I always go through the same story about how lucky I was to adopt such a regal dog.

Recently we walked along the Hudson. I forgot to wear a hat and sunscreen, and I felt myself baking in the sun—but King wouldn’t let me stop until we reached his favorite spot, the basketball court. King loves sniffing around the fence there, and he basks in all the attention he gets from the players who like petting him and slipping him the occasional Slim Jim.

I must have looked like a lobster when we finally reached the court. As I was pouring King some water, I heard my name being called. It was Tom from my high school. I was surprised he even recognized me; the last time we saw each other was at our 15-year reunion several years ago. He was sweaty and in the middle of a game, but he came over to talk to me and pet King. Tom offered me some sunscreen, which I graciously accepted. He was kind and insisted on us having coffee next week. It should be a nice break.

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Inspiration

Spending an entire day at the Museum of Modern Art ignites my creativity. The MoMA is home to some of the most famous modern art pieces in history, from Andy Warhol’s Gold Marilyn Monroe to Van Gogh’s The Starry Night. The massive building is always filled with tourists. I usually take the morning train, bring a good book, and lounge in the garden by the giant rose sculpture,  waiting for the crowd to disperse so I can marvel at the creative genius in semisolitude.

I love going to the MoMA on my own. Modern art is certainly open to interpretation, and the psychologist in me loves to question what the artist was thinking when he or she made that stroke or built that chair. As a Pisces, I have a limitless imagination and a mind for the abstract.

I spent most of my day exploring the musuem. With only a few minutes left before closing, I rushed to the gift shop and bought Meow a squeaky mouse toy. I always feel a burst of creative energy after visiting the museum, so I planned to write as soon as I got home.

Meow loves her new toy.Watching her roll onto her back and bounce the mouse on her outstreched paws was a treat. After all the excitement, Meow is now nestled by my feet as I type away at my computer. Her steady purring encourages me to keep writing.

What inspires you?

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