Both Fatah and I had to leave around noon: he was off to his train back to Paris, and I went to my supervised chart reading group class. It was a really different class than the last time. For one thing, Juliet, the teacher, was having a real "Monday" kind of day. And the person who was supposed to bring a chart for us to look at didn't show up. So we got to chat about things while Juliet went off to see if there was any word from the no-show student. I'm interested in medical astrology to a certain extent, so I was asking about astrological signatures for things like ADD and ADHD, etc. That led to some very interesting discussions. Then another student arrived late, and she had a chart, so we talked about that one. The discussion ranged from the details of the particular chart to societal values throughout history in different cultures, and how culture and time all affect/create psychological states. (For instance, we spoke about how European women in Freud's day were treated for "hysteria" and fainted a lot, and how much of that could be attributed to sexual/emotional repression and tight clothing.) It was a fascinating afternoon, hanging out with astrologers and talking of these things from an astrological/psychological point of view.
Our teacher, Juliet, is a practicing psychoanalyst, and her perspective on things is a marvel to me. She'll look at a chart and ask extremely interesting and deeply insightful questions about the client, questions I probably wouldn't have thought of, but that make perfect sense to wonder about. I hope some of it sticks with me.
These classes I'm attending are bittersweet for me. I am getting exactly what I want out of them, which is to be exposed to ways of thinking and interpreting charts that I would not get to on my own. That's the sweet part. Very sweet. My expectations are completely being met, and the caliber of the training is above and beyond what I could have hoped for. But the bitter side is that I have such a short time in which to absorb it all. The other students have all been at it for years. Some have taken a break and are now coming back, but most know each other and have a certain camaraderie built on shared experience. I envy that a bit, but being the extroverted person that I am, I'm making my way into the group and feeling less like an outsider each time. It's just that I wish I had years to devote to these studies, too. The knowledge that the classes will end next June, and that I might not even make it back for any more of them, is a bitter pill indeed. But there's no point in spoiling the sweet side by dwelling in that which I can't control at the moment, so I'm grooving on every bit of this training that I can.
So far I've come home from these group sessions happy but tired. I keep thinking that one Monday I'll stay out and have an evening on the town, but actually a half-day class with all that thinking and interaction is quite draining, and I find myself staying in. Which is just fine. It probably helps the material settle in.
Glad your sticking to the sweet side of the equation!
ReplyDeleteAt 61, I find that I need to review more of new input than I used to in my 40s. As I read new stuff, I don't detect any comprehension failures. Yet later, if I re-read it and mark it up, I realize that I missed more than I thought I had.
Your mind is younger than mine, but based on my experience, there is some value in reviewing your notes and not going out for fun. Sigh