Baltimore

I'm a long way from Baltimore.  At least I thought I was until Thursday.  That day a disgruntled man killed five employees of a Baltimorean newspaper in nearby Annapolis.  I had been in Annapolis just the month before.  My high school classmate and I decided to lunch there and visit the shops.  These are the same shops, the same street where a vigil was held last night honoring the five who were gunned down.

They were gunned down because they worked for a newspaper that spoke about the shooter's criminal behavior. I've been thinking and have written about people who think and behavior differently than I. There are many levels of distance as well as many levels of acceptable behavior.   And, I can't change any of it.  I can only decide how I choose to respond to any of this.

From the uneven censorship in the town square of public opinion,  isolating myself seems to be the best way to get through all of this.  I am not much liking people right now.

It isn't easy being psychic, intuitive, and an experiencer.  Or a Scorpio with sun and moon in Scorpio.  I feel things way too deeply.  And, it is burdensome.

Tonight I am meeting a friend for dinner.  My friend's idea, definitely not mine.  The friend is great company but I am not great company these days. I am sad about the world.  Sad about moving.  Still in shock that I am finally moving, but, I will live closer to family.  Finally.  Too many emotions. On both ends!

So it is back to packing these endless bottles of liquid - shampoo, olive oil, lotion, you get the idea.  The movers won't move them so I shall.

It won't be long until I wave to Baltimore on my journey north.  You can't go home again.