Vexing
times it seems all due to this Grand Cardinal cross that is meandering over us.
I have been tossed by
tides of emotions veering from anger to deep, deep sadness. I have not been paying heed to my need to walk, so I took to the beach
just before sunset this eve. I felt I needed to move briskly, this I did, and I
had worked up a sheen on my face as I reached the beach. I did not stop my particular
movement, untill I reached the rocks on the other side, where I fiddled and fussed where I would plant myself.
As
I settled down against a rock, a beautiful large ridge back dog came to
rest his face on me, a blessing. And I squinted against the sun, and
laughed. The gnats and beach insects were busy as my mind but small. I sat in thought, and saw the two images of the beaches that I have lived in close proximity to, had such clear metaphors. My
Gordons bay home was expansive, and yet I rattled in it not having enough to
fill it. The beloved beach that I built a labyrinth on was a short walk away,
and I used to take to it every morning before I began my day. It was an unusual
time… I was alone in my home for the first time ever in my life, daughters both
in their own spaces.
It
was a beautiful time of re discovering self. The beach was a busy space,
wonderful for the time. Yet there were some things about it that really did not
sit right with me. Dog owners were persecuted by the Police (me too) saying
they were not allowed there… and busloads of raucous people arrived over
weekends and left the beaches in a sad state. It used to anger and hurt me to
see this. What I clearly saw today was the beach and its untidiness, and busyness actually was indicative of the rampant
state my mind was in, life was in. The house was a mask of what I did not
possess materially either. The short walk to the beach also a metaphor for me
wanting quick fixes, action, movement which do not really yield long lasting
results. By building a labyrinth, I had
made a statement about where I wished to be within. I was moving towards
stillness.
My beach now, takes some movement to get to,
its a steep walk down the mountain, no quick fix… it is also quiet, no bus loads
of people, clean, with dogs welcome. My home is much smaller, and I do not
rattle, my few possessions fitting perfectly. The view, my dears the view is
unsurpassed. I can see far and wide from my wooden perch. My inner state is
clearer, my material world richer and I too am still within (most of the time).
I sat until the sun dipped beneath the metallic blue sea. I meandered home slowly and as I reached my home, I saw the Sugarbird that is gracing the large Protea bush just
outside my gate. It was dipping its beak deep into the Protea, taking sweet
nourishment from its simple surroundings, and how splendid is that? Thank you
Sugarbird, this is what I will do. I might still have grumpys and sads, but I
shall drink deep from my surroundings, and just allow the winds within to move
over me as they will pass, and bring anew.
Read more about the vexing Grand Cardinal Cross here: http://www.mysticmamma.com/grand-cross-april-2014-astral-insights/
and here http://www.mysticmamma.com/make-room-for-happiness/)
