Astrologer Sighted

We're back.

We enjoyed our trip to Hot Springs, Arkansas and all the stops along the way.

In a bookshop in Hot Springs I caught sight of a real, live, flesh and blood astrologer . Bill Medford was doing readings there that afternoon. I didn't partake, however. Oddly, for all my very long interest in the subject I've never seen a real live astrologer - in the flesh, as it were. It was a similar feeling to the one I get when a rare bird lands in our backyard! Tarot readers, fortune tellers and psychics I've seen at close quarters, but no astrologer until last week. He was an impressive looking guy with a mane of white hair and a white beard.

"Go on....go and have a reading" suggested my husband.

I, obtuse as ever, responded - "No, not today, I'll do my own if I feel the need. I cut my own hair, I can do my own reading. Independent to a fault, that's Aquarius for yer!"

The same book shop, "Golden Leaves" I think it was called, carried the widest selection of astrology books I've seen seen since I came to the USA. I didn't buy any though. I already own as many as I'll ever need. I do, though, watch for second-hand books by astrologers of the generation just before this one: C.E.O Carter, Grant Lewi, Carl Payne Tobey and the like - for some reason they attract me more than modern authors.

I reckon there's a limit to what can be written about astrology, at my level anyway. Writers can approach it from this way and that way, turn it upside down and inside out, but the basics remain the same. I like basic text books best, not skewed by somebody else's ideas. I like my own ideas - independent to a fault, like I said.