I always read.
Not this time.
My moon is in Gemini—books nurture me.
But not now.
The plan: no reading for three weeks.
The Desert Fathers said the cell is what you need to gain wisdom.
Really? No books to become wise?
I’m trying that.
Week one, I’ll be with family.
Week two, with my Stoic mentor.
Week three, I’ll spend in a monastery in the desert—much like the “cells” they spoke of.
I’ll be alone.
No books.
I’ll be present.
I’ll be minimalist.
No books.
When I return, I’ll continue Module 3 of my astrology studies.
But for now—I pause.
Why?
I’m not sure.
Maybe I’ll gain something from nothingness.
From solitude. From boredom.
Maybe the quiet of the moment becomes more special the longer it lasts.
Bookstores will tempt me.
Their cafés and pastries.
Their cozy atmospheres.
Bookstores are my haven.
They’re the first thing I look for when I travel.
Will I cave?
Will the silence be too much?
Will the cell speak?
We’ll see.
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—Simplicity, chosen again.