Easy come, easy go: Dancing Moon in San Antonio, a “healing center,” or, to me, a metaphysical-oriented bookstore with rooms for consultations with various readers, healers, fakirs, and so forth, is shuttering its doors.
I had to go by and try to pick up the few items I’d left behind in the last year, a printer, a couple of books on consignment, some flyers and business cards, not much, really.
I spoke with the real owner, the person in charge, by phone, last week some time, and I was ready for what was going to happen, having been given advanced notice via e-mail. There are the supposed five stages of grief, and the boss, when I last spoke with her, she was still at that “pissed off” state.
Not that I can blame her, either, pour tons of money, time and precious energy into a dream, and then found out that the dream isn’t going to make it, not financially. It’s that old bottom line – and that kills the artist every time. Kills the artist and artistry, too, in the example of the bookstore.
And Dancing Moon really wasn’t much of a bookstore, it was primarily a healing space. As a professional reader, I loved it because the spirit was high, the rates were low, and the location sucked. But I could easily overcome that location problem; although, to be honest, it was in the middle of nowhere, N. San Antonio – “close to Randolph (Air Force Base)” isn’t really much of a claim.
Having been in business for years, having run several small companies, I can more than appreciate the problems, successes and failure associated with an endeavor like Dancing Moon. Unlike many, though, I’m not about to say, “Do this,” or “should’ve done that,” because I’ve discovered that the world is full of people who know how to run my business better than me. And are too scared of themselves to try to do it themselves.
When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping. Road trip! Bass Pro in Houston, anybody?
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Dancing Moon is closing, and without your support, this site could close, too. If you read the scopes and don’t pay? Would that make you a soul-sucking, bottom scraping freeloader destined to push this site into failure and foreclosure, too?
