Today, according to Seasons of the Witch, is a good day to do magic for job hunting. I just submitted a job application yesterday, so I'll spend some time focused on that goal. It's a publishing job that I think I'll enjoy, and that will pay adequately while I discern my next steps. Adonis and I are deciding whether to move to Brooklyn (we love the city) or to stay where we are, upstate, buy a house, and commit ourselves anew to this community which has held us already much longer than we anticipated. He moved here in 1992 to begin college; I moved here in 1995 to begin graduate school. We love it here. But to stay - is the thing to sink our roots deep and build a life here, at least for the next decade, or would that be cowardly somehow, an acquiescence to comfort, or just to inertia?
My dissertation has lain fallow for some months, and I'm already starting to wonder what to do next - whether "next" comes with finishing or with deciding not to finish. Here are the things I think I would do if money were no object:
- Spend a season apprenticing with Susun Weed on her land near Woodstock.
- Spend a month at Kripalu to become a certified yoga teacher.
- Spend six months getting massage therapy certification.
- Move to California for a couple of years and study depth psychology at Pacifica Graduate Institute.
- Move to Boulder for a couple of years and study at Naropa.
- Study a year or more at Diana's Grove.