Saturday; Saturday

A day of endings and beginnings heralds the weekend interlude. Saturday, Saturday as John sang reminds us it is a time to celebrate. The Hanged man suggests, go with the flow – Temperance is elevated and philosophical – look to the dawn of a new day for inspiration and leave the heartache of the past behind. The Sun entertained by the cherubs beneath the rose bushes are full of fun and laughter – capture the essence of our inner child and take it for a ride on their tin scooter. Their presence in the reading this morning diffuse the obligation and duty of adulthood. As Doctor Who reminds us, “there is no point being childish if we can’t be a child sometimes.” It is time to get out and make our mark on the weekend – leave the working week at the sliding door of the corporate world.

The week has been a hurly burly ride – emotional changes and shifting priorities. I try to hold on – my grip is torn from the wheel and floating out to sea I stretch toward something solid – is it a rock or a whale? I cry out for balance – I cry out in pain in the night – the light of my soul twinkles and I can sense the equilibrium return. It is difficult – I must admit but once the balance is restored the trip considered worthwhile.

One thing I try to take from these moments of intense emotional hailstorms is the gems left behind. Once they were rock hard boulders of icy rain and now I can see the magnificence in their faceted prism. The fall out may be devastating but what have I learned? Mercury is about to go direct after a chaotic three weeks running backward – mixing messages and wreaking havoc on the unsuspecting soul. The return to forward motion brings deliberate steps to a new direction.

So, where are we off to again?

Love and Peace,
Julia Ashton-Sayers

Infinity and beyond…

The creative flamboyant moon offers a regal splurge to the end of the working week. It’s been a tough week of momentous planetary
alignments and now take a deep breath and try to deal with the fall out. Life is like that, I guess – the boom and bust – the ebb
and flow – it’s either tornado or tidal wave and then the drought or trickle.
My three favourite women have appearing in the early morning spread. The Empress, Gaia is pregnant in all her glory – surrounded
by a rich enclave of golden and ripened fruit offering the beginning of a new phase. The Star sparkling like diamonds in the sky –
alluring in her raw and intoxicating magic – portends a phase of centre stage and telling it like it is. And to complete this trio
of femininity and well established, gal pals, Temperance beams in to restore order and balance. The notion that all will be calm
after a tumultuous emotional hailstorm is comforting and offers an elegant terminus to the week. The blackness of my
disappointment has past and the deluge of emotions ceased – now I must look to the horizon for the hope that there is a meaning for
all of life’s disappointments.
A number nine day promises to be a day of empowerment and resolution – nice! Together, let’s beat the drum of change – across the
miles and over the seas – life rolls on whether we want it to or not. It is up to us to get off our backsides and ride the space
shuttle into another frontier – sometimes scarier than the next. One thing we can be sure of we keep the ever evolving door of
opportunities to go.
Strap on your seatbelt and get ready to roar; grab the galactic rocket and repeat after me, “infinity and beyond.” Was that Buzz
Light-year I heard out there in cyber land?
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers

Laugh lines

A day of reflection and inner journeys – the Magician offers creative talents and the tools of the trade to carve out a magical future. The Fool augurs a fresh start – ready to experience a new beginning of courage and optimism. Temperance floats across the troubled waters – maintain focus, balance and exploring, “the big picture”. The constant philosophical bent to a new tranquil phase. The Wheel of Fortune illuminates my path – golden, expansive and secure.
It is a No: 7 day of inner reflection – a day of fresh perspectives and emotional nurturing. The Cancerian moon offers an interlude with the Jewish Mother of the zodiac – slurp up that chicken soup for the soul while contemplating your navel. Nice thought, but it’s the middle of a working week – work to be done and commitments made and obligations half strung.
The week has been quite civilized so far – not too many tantrums or ghoulish behaviour. The momentum is intoxicating as it rolls across my career path. The concept that we are put into situations that test our self esteem has been tested – only the hypothesis remains – the lessons learned – a tribe divided into the trusted ones and the black souls – don’t take it too seriously after all it is only another chapter in the book of wisdom.
Now the laughter begins and the furrowed brow rescinds. As Victor Borge says, “Laughter is the closest distance between two people.” Grab your belly and let’s make it wobble!
Peace, Love and Laughter,
Julia Ashton-Sayers

Write your list and check it twice – the skies are nice tonight!

The Sun, Jupiter, Neptune and Chiron all joins hands and sing Kumbyaya – not really but this luscious link is the sketch pad for which you can paint your dreams upon. This soul-o-luscious link enhances imagination and offers a seeding for dreams (when you wish upon a star – remember the Walt Disney song?)
In reality, I’ve watched a woman catapult to fame in a few short weeks. Susan Boyle has stunned the critics and offered inspiration to those who; a) sing in the shower and or b) pain pictures with out-of-the-box crayons. Personally, I think she represents the potential of this current alignment – if you get my drift?
My dream is to write eBooks, publish them on my website (http://www.jestacom.biz/), and offer spiritual counselling to those who want to engage in my insights and knowledge – to offer an illuminated path out of a dank and dreary fog. I dream of being a grandmother to my grandchildren; of travelling the world and reveling in other cultures and absorbing the tantalizing energies that surround our planet.
My dream is to be healthy, slim, vital and self assured – happy in my skin and willing to nurture my mind, body and spirit. I am blessed with my life. I am grateful for the life I live and with the assistance of this alignment I will take this gratitude to the world and beam it out to everyone on the planet in the context of love, peace, harmony and happiness. What will you do with this rare planetary alignment?
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers

Powder puffs and steak knives

The nurturing Cancerian moon offers a repository of emotions. The skies are alive with activity. This week three major astrological combinations will have an impact on our lives albeit significant or subtle. Jupiter, Neptune and Chron are meeting in Aquarius and this promise to be a shift for humanity. The potential exists for a huge healing on all levels. While humanity is on the global radar individuals have the rite to experience this once in twenty (or so years) alignment.
Of course this combination may wash over you like a puff of wind – or it may manifest as a gale force wind blowing down your house of straw. Now is the perfect time to think about what you really want your future to look like – what direction is your life heading? What is important and what is not?
For me, it is emotional being a Scorpio – it is always about the emotions – deep intense and passionate that is the Scorponic mantra. It ranges from the depths of despair to the grande heights of elation, surprises and celebration. Unfortunately, the emotional spirit level hardly ever finding that centre – fortunately, I have a pragmatic side that is grounding and logical. A Gemini moon offers ensures the counter balance – the rationalization of emotions and or the deep intellectual think tank of, “why is it so?” These aspects of me help to maintain this rational being that is fit to assimilate into society and function at an intelligent level.
All of this air and water is rounded off nicely with the Libran ascendant. “peace and harmony anyone?” Almost sounds like deals direct – “not only do you get the steak knives but there is a powder puff which slices and dices – muffins anyone?
Did I mention – sense of humour? What about turning that painting around – or upside down – I’m sure it will look better if you are standing on your head!
Quirkiness rules!
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers

Mysterious

Albert Einstein once said, “The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.”

To a certain extent I agree. Although, don’t you think that this quote seems strange coming from a scientist? Someone who had to know the truth about – well everything! He had to find out what existed beyond the unknowable.

Mystery and curiosity are two elements of my personae I relish. I like being open with my discoveries of life or self but then there are the hidden aspects. I guess that stands to reason for all of us – unless you are a star or politician – then you have the media who take it upon themselves to ensure that there is no mystery left for any of us (some of it is creative mystery – isn’t it?).

As far as curiousity is concerned we are about to enter the Gemini phase of the year. Gemini is renowned as the curious one of the zodiac. This new moon today is time to plant seeds – those, “but what if seeds” in the garden of hope. Question: did the garden of Babylon begin with the planting of one seed after ntoerh or were there plants transplanted from other gardens? You know when you visit Aunt Violet and she gives you snippets and then come home and you have little knolls of Aunt Violet sprouting up everywhere - anyway, no matter where your seeds originated – today when the pastures of the cosmos are fertile.

A number four day has the potential to lay the foundation for the structures for the future. The four energy is contained and disciplined – this is contrary to the static influence of the Gemini code – so be careful.

Today is Sunday, a great day to contemplate the compass within – what is your future direction? Where to from here? Are we pulled across the fabric of our lives or do we have a choice? I believe we have free will and a multitude of choices – that we constantly make choices about the yarn and colour code of the thread. Today is a great day to loop in the vibrant and inquisitive strands.

The Lovers are suggestive toward balance and communication. Judgement augurs rebirth – relinquish or die. The Emperor, a staunch supporter bleeting commands from atop Mount Olympus – the messages are clear – shed the unwanted, My Dear – travel light there is no time to linger – step into the vision of your future.

I think that’s what happens when we diverge from our path – our promise to ourselves become blurry and behaviour erratic. I’ve strolled off my path in certain aspects of my life – now I need to refocus – watch this space…

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

Punch the clock

An 11/2 day portends to a public/private day. It’s Friday, the last day of the working week. I’m tired, my throat is sore and the idea that it is another long day is not that appealing. I am grateful though and so off to work, I go!
The Moon in Taurus brings a practical edge to the emotional sphere. The Sun has moved into Gemini and a more chatty and creative sun phase.
Judgment suggests a rebirth or at least a shift, change and shedding- a letting go of the outworn and unnecessary.
The Lovers is an encouragement for balance and cohesiveness – bringing people together and in a more amiable state.
It is the last day of the working week and the preface to the weekend. Two days to play with the freedom and opportunity to create – it’s intoxicating – a moveable feast of enjoyment.
It is time to rise and punch the clock – a day of doing what I can to make a difference – being the best work mate I can be while considering the implications of my actions. So Be It.
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers

White ants

Today marks an ending and then of course we have the new beginning. It is a 10/1 day and therefore the door is opening to a new chapter. The Moon in Aries offers a fiery spark so it just be an ending with a huge fire cracker up its…
It’s been nearly a year since I’ve entered my current workplace. And over this year I’ve learned some powerful lessons especially regarding how people relate. The “dark ones” as I call them are the harbingers of doom and gloom and spread their nasty attitudes like an infectious virus into our harmonious work spaces. It’s a bit like “Louie the fly” on speed.
Nasty, disrespectful, jealous – terms such as these are replaced by the concept of “white ants”. They bore into the foundations of strong workplace relations undermining the efforts of those who have worked to maintain a code of conduct. Gathering in their little clutches they bury away at any semblance of “niceness and polite professional consideration”.
I am not sure why they choose to conduct their business relations in such a way especially when you consider that we all have a choice – each time we open our mouths, act on a decision or engage with another – we can good or we can be evil. One common theme that keeps running through my mind when I see the destruction caused by these prophets of doom and gloom is, “these people are not your friends.” And this statement is constant in my thoughts.
As Robert Louis Stevenson once said, “A friend is a gift you give yourself.” And if this is true, then what is the opposite I wonder? What can I say is that many a sugary delight has been gobbled to combat the poison of their caustic comments.
Today I must confront one of my abuser’s (the most recent one) and explain why I have a great vision for my life. I choose not to be a victim and I choose not go give away my power. Ultimately, the lack of cohesion stems from the white ants who constantly bore away at the foundations of our structure. Today the DDT is coming out in force.
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers

Jet propulsion

The fiery energy of the moon in Aires brings a jet propulsion blast to the mid week hump. The Empress exuberantly pregnant is serene in her demeanor. She augurs a time of new conditions, a phase filled with fresh perspectives. The chariot hurtles down two simultaneous paths and while I am aware that I am in control of the harnesses the momentum is blistering. The world is constant in my spread of late – it reminds me of how fortunate I am – surrounded by the ripe golden benefices ready for the picking.
Today is a day of conclusion. A number nine day promises resolution to projects and or conditions. It’s a time to gather resources and consider the, “where to from here” scenarios.
I am tired and a day of rest would be a great remedy for this great weariness; although that attitude would not align to the team spirit. A day off work to lounge at home would be inconsiderate and selfish. I am one of the lucky ones as I have a job to go to – so I must do my bit.
The nudge of the Aries ram boosts my energy – I am ready to spring into action or should I stay saunter into action. The stoic words of Theodore Roosevelt perish my lazy thoughts, “Far and away the best prize that life offer is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.” So Be It!
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers

Speeding

“There is more to life than increasing its speed.” Mahatma Gandhi.

The Moon is in her Neptunian phase. Pisces is dominant in the skies today. This dreamy, creative and illusive sign colours the seconds with tingling tiny morsels of magic. It is time to breathe and ponder our dreams. So much of modern day life is yearning, burning, achieving accomplishing – goals, visions and tasks. Imagination and the mysterious are the themes for today – enjoy We are in the final three days of the Taurean sun phase. We are about to enter Gemini (see JestaCom for an overview of the month ahead). This week we are blessed with the presence of a star, Algol. This planetary presence encourages us to speak with integrity. Can you imagine what that would be like - if we could be honest in our personal and professional lives? The mind boggles!
Boggle if you must but it’s time to get into the Neptunian vibe and go with the flow – dream of a far, far better please! Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you’ve imagined.” David Thoreau. What is your dream?
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers

Nonsense

“A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.” Roald Dahl.

Last night I watched a program on the TV about 1,000 boxes of Stanley Kubrick’s life. It was an expose by an investigative reporter who was given the privilege to uncover the contents of some of the most revealing and intimate parts of Stanley Kubrick’s personal and professional life. It was a treasure trove of mysterious scrawls and recorded legends of fan mail, movie scripts, concepts and futuristic meanderings. I was captivated by the ideas and letters that were documented in meticulous order.
This quarry into this man’s mind and life was interesting, invasive and somewhat perverse. And while I sat there drooling over the tidbits I felt somewhat ashamed. It is not as though we were invited and yet were there longing to see inside each box. I wondered why we are so beguiled by other people’s lives. Why have we brought so many weekly magazines? Is it morbid curiosity that their lives can be fraught with ordinariness? Or are we truly relieved that their silver cloud is tinged with the blackness of self doubt?
I don’t know for sure but I still consider on the flip side of that ponderous coin, why do we listen to dead men/women? It seems that the quotes of philosophers/writers/poets past seem to flit into our social fabric, twisting the thread in a new direction and coating it with meaningful substance.
Is it that we are bereft of original thinkers and passionate orators? Or that the speakers of today have creative writers in their coat pockets scrolling the most enigmatic lines for them to deliver to a wide-eyed audience? What makes a good orator? Is it the structure of the perfect words formulated in a rhythmic rhetoric? Or is it the colour of their tie or the strut of their pant leg? I’m not convinced that we are inspired by the face and lips when the spirit has not been oppressed and its darkest phase have traipsed the caverns of dismay. How can we be convinced when prettiness is all on offer? Or is it all just a load of nonsense?

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

Melting moments in Buddha’s Garden

“Life isn’t a matter of milestones, but a matter of moments”. Rose Kennedy

The Moon in Aquarius highlights our eleventh house of friends and acquaintances.  In my opinion my life is a much brighter place because of my friends.  They are diverse in color, smell and their fragrance varies from a plush of purple lavender bush to a strong on a fall day in Vermont.

 

Yesterday I was delighted to get a call from my friend, Jems.  She lives in Vermont, USA and apparently wanted to hear my voice.  And I always revel in the sound of hers – a dappled Brooklyn accent with a warm Vermont cloak.  I love accents – the unique vocal signature of one’s life journey.  Yes, the accents that are attuned to my friends are diverse as they are – it’s like a multicultural feast for a curious and hungry soul.

Friends are the main ingredient in my relish for life.  I’ve acquired many golden friends in my personal odyssey thus far – some have been my closest confidantes for centuries and other merely decades.  I’ve always been a curious explorer and therefore a collector of harmonious connections. These inimitable gifts have launched into rare moments in my life.

Hermes, the Magician makes an entrance into my subconscious.  Mercury is the ruler of this card.  At the moment Mercury is retrograde and therefore communication, short journeys and intellectual pursuits are challenging.  In that case, it is important to thinking positively and not get caught up in the chaos of this trickster.

Yesterday, while doing the errands I watched at people in the Mall tied to grapple with the frustration of machines breaking down, computers freezing, long lines behind a woman so starved for conversation she laboriously stammered over her humongous request – it was awful.  Instead of getting riled up I stood there patiently, calm in the knowledge that this moment will never pass again and reflected on my blessings while sending out invisible Morse code to stay calm and breath.

The World is my central focus.  I am abundantly content in the centre of my Universe.  Little green shoots are appearing in my garden as my Buddha rests and watches for the flowers to appear.

Gaia, my gal pal has waltzed in to remind me that I am now in a burgeoning phase of growth – step proudly across the golden pastures but don’t forget the lessons learned?

Yesterday was a magnificent blend of sensual bliss and magnificent aromas converging on my senses like market day in Morocco?  I had a day-spa experience and was pampered into an ecstatic reverie – the commitments of my work life scrubbed away by aromatic sea salt remembrances of the week past lavished into oblivion with mango body butter.  The tiny capsule surrounded me protecting me from the outside world while the Vichy shower transported me into rapture and beyond.  Why do I indulge myself in such a way, you may ask?  Well, I could say, “I’m worth it!”  It’s more than that for me – there are a multitude of reasons why I pamper my body they range from; caring for my body ensures peace and harmony in my mind and soul, commitment to a work life balance is important, it’s good for me and the list goes on.  These moments of indulgence maintain a steady flow of Julia and her individual sonata in tune with the global symphony that inspires me to reach unchartered milestones and bask in melting moments.

I believe that the human race is sometimes such an arduous chore – we must take time out to sit and listen to our favourite score – or loose ourselves in other achievements whether it is to watch them kick a ball or catch a ball; or to swim the pool faster than anyone else; or shop until you drop; or try on this year’s fashion one store after another.  In my view, whatever brings the hum to your heart and a smile on your face is an essential ingredient to your soul’s elixir, don’t you?

As I gaze out into my garden of joy the time is trickling away – it is time to get up and prepare for another day.  Luther Burbank reminds us, “Flowers always make people better, happier and more helpful; they are the sunshine, food and medicine to the soul.”

Seize the day!

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

 

Angel speech…

 

“Music is well said to be the speech of Angels” Thomas Carlyle

The world is my oyster?  I am standing in a garland of opportunity – the fruit is ripe for the picking and I am ready to indulge my wildest fantasies.

Temperance, solitary, serene and perfectly poised above the chaos enchants me into her tranquil embrace.

The Moon, a constant beacon which ebbs and flows throughout my life – ruler of unfathomable emotional realms. The catalyst for socialization and the impetus for integration; her cycle is enduring through all signs of the zodiac as we interact with others, reminders that we are not a solitary agent in this world of confusion.  As we attempt to decipher our unwritten mission statement and connect (or not) with other mortals our invisible syntax unravels uncovering tiny particles of our existence.

It’s a number five day – a day of change.  Rain has drizzled on to the dry and dusty Capital.  A window of opportunity is open – it’s time to get moving.  Not in a frantic or disheveled way instead a graceful Russian leap.  It’s the weekend, after all.

The morning dew is overcome by the rancid stench of diesel.  The truck down the road is idling toxic fumes throughout my neighborhood.  I don’t really mind that he drives a truck – his load carries Australia, after all.  I do mind however, that he turns the engine over and then squats in the doorway of his home and smokes a cigarette – toxic on toxic – is that a double negative, I wonder?  I guess they must cancel one another out?

Music clips roll across the wall.  I’ve been captivated by a clip that starts with a young woman dunking her hands into white paint.  She begins to signing words of the song.  The message of the song unveils a creative foray into hands across the wall.  I am reminded that this one of my constant visions.  Songs that sing – a brilliant inclusion for all of our deaf friends and family, don’t you think?

Why shouldn’t we embrace inclusivity?  I’ve also seem interludes where I offer my neck to the blind so they can feel/sense the words of a song.

In my perfect world, no-one is left out of the right of self expression or creative rite of passage.  After all creativity is food for the soul and self expression is the first step.  If we did not embrace individual creative expression then I wouldn’t be able to publish my journal or eBooks – how frustrating would that be? 

The tasks of the morning beckon – time to make an investment in another day.  Have a wonderful day – wherever you are!

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

 

 

 

 

Apollo – my Sun

A true knowledge of ourselves is knowledge of our power.”
Mark Rutherford

The darkness of the morn diffuses the enthusiasm to rise and greet the day. Dark dreams lingering questions cloud my consciousness. What does it all mean? Snippets of scenarios roll through my mind – did I really dream the unfettered messages and interludes?

The Star pours the golden liquid from her urn. She is naked and yet comfortable in her vulnerability; poised on a tranquil sea of emotional stability confident and aware of the pulse of her presence.

Venus is abundant in the centre of the garland. Her riches nourish my soul. Protection ripe fruit and the promise of heavenly guidance are on offer – golden locks wrap her thighs – she’s not so bold.

Apollo – my Sun lures me into the golden promise with his euphonious lyre. Mystical sounds tantalise my being while cherubs dance and captivate my imagination.

Pictures of my subconscious reveal a path of joy, hope and reward – the past is a memory and the truth becomes the sword. What are we all doing here if we can’t live authentically? As Carl Jung reminds us, “In the final analysis, we count for something only because of the essential we embody, and if we do not embody that, life is wasted.” Stand up and be counted, reveal your inner most hopes and wishes, don’t be ignored.

Our journey is a solitary mission of lessons, challenges and death defying tours – is it possible to love ourselves when we come back to the shore?
The Moon is resting in Capricorn – pragmatic to the core. Business, public recognition, institutions and practicalities you cannot ignore. The effervescent energy of the number three day influence brings communication and intellectual pursuits to the fore – in spite of the ponderous sea goat’s trudge up the mountain of chores.

Archangel Barbiel is my companion today – constantly in fact. She whispers encouragement to release negativity from my thoughts – like an esoteric cheer squad to ensure a positive stride in my daily repertoire.

The morning brings a ray of hope chasing the darkness of my thoughts. It’s time to rise and make a difference in the world (or at least my tiny corner) once more - Life is precarious and the intangible threads weave a tapestry of truth and knowledge. Threads of discontent are littered around my feet cluttering up the floor.

Tonight I’ll reach for my scarf of optimism threads of red, golden, orange and yellow – knit one, purl one – slip one over – crafting a protective shawl; stroking the garment that will guard against the chills of rejection as I venture out the door.

Love, Peace and Happiness,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

The Golden Temple

The High Priestess reminds me of the recent footprints of my journey.  They have been laden with despair and rejection.  The treacherous comments of others and venomous barbs have perpetrated the delicate layer of my soul.

While recovering from the taunts of others I have arrived at a summit of peace and kindness. This hiatus in my odyssey has layered Teflon coating now allowing the sludge to stick to this gossamer veneer.  The beauty I hold in my heart is mirrored in my thoughts and words rejecting the tendrils of evil from permeating my soul.

The Hierophant, wise and deliberate in his stare counsels me and offers the allure of a golden interval.  This pristine breathing space allows time to heal.  Deep within his temple of protection I am able to find the tormented parts of me and cure the crevices of agony which have been slashed by the vileness of the “dark ones”.

This morning I woke feeling renewed.  It wasn’t just a satisfied feeling of a rich rejuvenating slumber.  Instead I felt that I had returned from a journey to a healing portal – a place where Angels and sagacious beings joined forces and beamed blessings of love into my being.

I stretched and smiled, “chanted get out of bed, sleepy head” to begin my morning rituals.  Lingering words of erudite visitors whispered spasms of encouragement. During this period of I dripped essential oils into burners placed around my home, lighting them with plausible optimism to bring a cleansing and infuse the home with a recipe for well being.

After picking up my journal the conversation began with an overview of yesterday’s adventure and an acknowledgement that I need to honour me and my promise to myself for good health and happiness.  The atmosphere of my home is swaddling me in a garden of ambrosia; nectar selected carefully to ensure love, peace and harmony.

The gentle sounds of rhythms lull me into a sacred cavern.  My soul is connected to the Divine and my heart pumps out tantric messages of peace.  Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “It isn’t enough to talk about peace; one must believe in it.  And it isn’t enough to believe in it; one must work at it!”

So, my personal mission for today is to being into my corner of the Universe.  I will go out and spread this seed to the world through positive thoughts and demonstrate peace with my actions.  What will you do?

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

 

Happy Mother’s Day

Today marks a new beginning for me. I’ve turned a corner and encountered “realization” in the form of a brick wall.  Over the past few weeks I’ve been a little off centre and have breached my diet and forgotten promises I’ve made to myself.  Today with the help of the enthusiastic Fool I’ve faced the scales and I am re-routed on to the right path.

For me, it’s not just about “the diet” or losing weight – it’s more about control. Yes, the big Scorpion word (one that I don’t normally ascribe too!) flashes across my consciousness.  Over the past few weeks I’ve lost my balance – holidays and celebrations have taken priority and my focus has wavered.

Yesterday, the Moon was full in my sign, Scorpio. I felt the intensity of the lunar maiden as she faced her third and final phase.  The Crone phase is about resolution, conclusion and release a perfect time to relinquish the bad habits of the past, don’t you think?

Normally when the moon is full in your sign you are in the spotlight – in some respects it is the Universe shinning the light on you or some part of you that is not working – in short, a cosmic reality check - to celebrate this rite of passage and cosmic spotlight I spent the day with one of my fav. Gal pals and went shopping. Well, I ask you, what else would you do?

We had a blast! Of course we stopped and had sustenance during the day but as the sun began to set over the Brindabellas’ we headed for our respect homes to rest and revive the body and spirit.

During this foray into shopping bliss I was reminded of how wonderful it is to have such amazing friends as this woman.  We laughed and gasped at fashion trends and subsequent fashion boo boos.  We lavished our skin with luxurious scents and oils tantalizing all of our senses in the process.

At the end of the extravaganza we jugged and promised to do it all again – how soon?  I’m not sure that my bank account could tolerate it for a while.  When my hubby picked me up I recounted the great adventure.  I’m positive all he saw was the money evaporate from our bank accounts and ballooning balance on the credit card.

So, how does the reflection of this indulgent day fit into the promise of balance and commitment?  Well we just have to find our balance – don’t we?

Happy Mother’s Day all the women of the World!

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

The End

Today brings the official end to our holiday – sad but true.  We’ve had a great time with lots of relaxation and a fine time of rejuvenation.  Now it’s time to return home to the rituals of our daily life.  The Virgo moon and sun in Taurus will definitely help with the determination and drive to accomplish this next phase.

I’ve enjoyed the vagabond existence over the past week.  Yesterday was brilliant with a morning shopping flurry in Sydney then off to celebrate the Aries/Taurus birthdays in the family.  We visited with my son and his family – what a treat?  I got to play with my grandsons who are always fabulous fun.

The joy and bliss is in the moment with lots of laughter and spontaneous creativity; I always leave their home feeling sated emotionally and exhausted physically with a day of raucous laughter, innovative games and steely negotiation on the agenda.  They are my living, breathing joy!

Now for the packing (again) and back to Canberra for the working week.  I am slightly pleased to go back home and feel the energy of my own residence.  Back to work tomorrow to re-establish my routines and get back into the corporate world.

The End of a great ride!

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

Ferry to Tea Gardens

Saturn Day – May 2 – the Moon is in one of the most creative and vivacious signs of the zodiac – Leo.  Today, our fifth house is illuminated and it’s time for some serious play!

Yesterday we spoilt ourselves with a fabulous conclusion to our day. It was like an intense opera with the bold crescendo at the finale.

The day started out pretty somber and our eyes scanned the skies looking for a glimmer of sunshine.  Apollo, true to his word pushed through the fluffy barricades and produced a magnificent azure blue display of clear skies and sunny port holes.

The Ferry across to Tea Gardens was a marine escapade.  Serveral pods of dolphins danced and swam, frolicked and chuckled for us even a rendition of their unique marine opera.  In one pod – the nursery, there were baby dolphins swimming very closely to their Mums while sexy Sadie was offering herself up as the vixen of the pod.

Jurassic sized sea birds glided effortlessly on invisible highways.  A flock had staked a sandy land claim not far from the shoreline.  Beyond the water thoroughfare marshes and swamps laden with fish playing hiding-go-seek from hopeful anglers casting a line. 

The Bay was overflowing with optimism; the small boats looking for a big one or at least the potential for a good fish story for the pub tonight.  A solitary man in an ocean canoe paddles through the green hills and valleys of a sleep freeway.

The old ferry chugged, rattled and rolled with rigorous monotony.  She may have been loud but she lulled us into a tantric phase of mystical reverie.

On the way over the chug-crash-roll was barely noticeable on the return voyage; however the naval concerto became a naval lullaby.

Tea Gardens were a sleepy and welcoming coastal village.  Happy smiling faces tinted with sun kissed greetings.  Everywhere we walked people would generously share their personal biographies and salacious stories of their arrival.

The jewel in the crown of the voyage was the presence of the two sea eagles perched high above the everglades.  Their intensity and yet calm demeanor was intoxicating.  I was enthralled by these magnificent birds as they appeared as feathery centurions for our passage.

On our return journey their gaze diverted from the timber watch tower for just a second and they became locked in each other’s gaze.  I peered through the lens of my camera and witnessed their beaks touch demonstrating their eagle reputation.  My heart lifted from its enclave and I gushed.

The passengers became my next fascination.  I looked beyond their appearance and fixated on their aura.  Who have they brought with them I considered as I quarried for a clearer resolution on the esoteric channel.

The man over there – unshaven with a mop of black hair – a smile that could facilitate the last cookie from Grandma’s jar - seems he brought his grandfather who is standing behind him looking so sad begging, “please don’t drink another wild turkey son, or you’ll end up just like me!”

A lady with her eyes glued to the camera lens – she clicks away at the scenery and diverts her eyes when her husband whispers in her ear.  She has a former lover with her today.  No, she is not betraying her husband as this grand love existed centuries past which she was male and he was female.

The passion of their romance ignited a fiery duel and even though he won the battle they could not be together.  Eventually, they were both sentenced to death by the power hungry and evil Earl.  It seems she has come back to retrace this wretched act.  Ironically, she is now married to the Earl – I do hope they can sort it out for the sake of their beautiful daughter.

The sadness of the setting sun concludes our voyage.  Now the trip back to reality, obligations – cant is avoided. Our holiday almost over – more packing and unpacking - making plans for another holiday – let’s not wait a whole year!

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers 

 

Seven dolphins

The aroma of fresh percolated coffee beckons me out of a strange dream. I was performing a ballet dance in a small studio. Standing at the practice bar was in a square formation and beneath the square was a huge ocean marine pool.

Swimming around the pool were large fish, sting ray and two sharks. I became fascinated with he sharks, not frightened as I've inclined to be all of my life. I wanted to see them closer, swim with them and even play with them but the ballet teacher insisted we leave the studio and walk the nearby sand hills stressing that it will be good for our legs.

As we tramped over sand I became despondent, I wanted to get closer to the sharks – I kept think what are they doing – why must I leave? After a while I realized how fresh the air was beyond the dunes. The sun was kissing the ocean with a lover's embrace I looked up and saw seven dolphins rise up in the waves twirling their bodies around to a silent symphony orchestrated by Poseidon. I squatted on the sand hills and erupted into raucous laughter acknowledging that I had to move away from the sharks to revel in the dolphin dance of joy.

Good dream wasn't it?

Now I sit in awe of the minutest details of my hand and even breach out into my surroundings. My nails and the shape captivate my imagination. It's like I am on some magical mystery tour intoxicated by the power of the dream. Each letter or stroke I write screams a spellbinding significance. Each sentence takes me further away from my former life.

Maybe that is the hidden message of the dream? I had to move away from the ballet school to rediscover my dance of joy? The creative and inspirational aspects of me have been doing the exercises and the ballet bar which surrounds the shark pool below?

Here I am liberated from work and the ritual of daily routines all of a sudden my imagination and inventiveness flow – fuelled by the presence of the dolphins.

It is Tuesday and the moon is linked in harmony with my natal Gemini moon. It's the first day of my lunar return and I consider what a great gift the dream has become - a royal rite of passage to celebrate the new phase; a perfect synchronous timing to create an awareness of change – cracking open the sphere of fear that lies within my soul.

Yesterday we drove around the area discovering new places and visiting some nostalgic childhood neighborhoods. After that sojourn back in time we ventured in the shopping complex for more food, supplies and a little retail foraging. Lunch was developed at home followed by an afternoon nap – a vibrant and revitalizing walk before dinner and some movie tie – holidays are fantastic aren't they?

Peace and Love,

Julia Ashton-Sayers

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