One for El Paso
Some years distant, I wrote the first part of a eulogy for El Paso, more properly, el paseo del norte — the pass to the north.
It is, in fact, the most northern route that doesn’t include snow, traversing mountains as only vestiges of broken stumps remain to define the desert ranges. All documented over time, which I spent, in El Paso.
The last time I think I was in that Walmart? I was with either a Libra or an Aquarius, and I was buying cassette tapes, having burned through the stash I brought with me. Would make it the late 90s is my first guess. I don’t think I moved to only CDs until the middle of the double aughts.
I liked using cassettes, as a terribly analog form of recording consultations. I required a small recorder, dozens of tapes for a weekend, sometimes batteries for the tape recorder, and eventually, I got to where I would drop the cassettes into a cheap, plastic case, along with a business card. Sources and roots.
One for El Paso
The tragedy, on the edge of working another Sunday in San Antonio brought back sharp, personal memories of Sutherland Springs, not far east of my location, and now, El Paso, a place I hold heart and dear in my heart — west of here.
My heart goes out to those affected. For years, El Paso touted itself as one of the safest cities in North America, odd, right across a trickle of a river from the murder capital of the world, Ciudad Juarez. El Paso certainly didn’t deserve this.
As an astrologer, I’m frequently quizzed about current events as a reflection of the heavens above. While that fits with my own, world view, explaining apparently senseless acts of almost totally random violence defies any type of logic.
Work continues apace.
How one chooses to react to the given situation? That’s what defines our humanity.
All too often, now, in our modern world? How person reacts defines our inhumanity to each other.
Think it’s all in the cards?
