Prophet of the day (according to Ibn 'Arabi): Moses
The Sun is in 20 Libra (in my 2nd house) A Sunday crowd enjoying the beach. (Symbol for 21 Libra from Dane Rudhyar, An Astrological Mandala)
The Moon is at 7Pis06 (in my 6th house). Lunar mansion (according to Ibn 'Arabi): 27, The Man, letter Mīm, The Uniter (Al-Jāmi‘)
Lunar phase: Gibbous - Overcoming (Phase names and keywords from Dane Rudhyar, The Lunation Cycle)
About and hour and a half ago, the Moon transited my natal Chiron (in my 6th house). In the afternoon, the Moon will enter my 7th house.
My Wednesday this week also invovled classes and a meeting and feeling drained when I got home. The difference is that I am recovering from the cold that I did indeed come down with last week, after a few previous close calls. Not the most unpleasant cold I have ever had, but it is taking a while to regain my usual level of energy, and symptoms tend to increase still in the afternoon and evening.
I found out at the faculty meeting today that the department head had been hospitalized within the last week, having a workup for an apparent cardiac event.
As I have been thinking more about my differences with the mentality of some of the people in my department, it occurs to me that I seem to have made a decision to reject what I have experienced as pressure to comform myself to the behavioral standards and strategic manoeuvers that seem to predominate in the department. Part of this may come from my background, which involves being a first-generation college student but also a graduate of Yale, for both my undergraduate and graduate degrees. I always viewed the institution where I teach as inferior to my alma mater, and therefore I refuse to be diverted from what I believe is my true course under pressure of the folkways of a backward institution in a geographically and culturally remote part of the state.
My favorite moment from the past day was when I decided to bring work to the cafe across the street during my office hour (rather than wait to see if any students dropped by, which they rarely do without forewarning me) and hang out there for a change of scene. When I discovered that I had left the paper I had intended to grade behind in my office, I pulled out my Kant anthology instead and read a few pages while sipping on a latte and munching on a croissant.