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,
