March 15, 2014: Lesson in Aquarius I dreamed last night – first time that I can remember in forever. I dreamed my dream house – one that I will build one day. I was walking through this house with my dear friend, Jennifer. I haven’t seen Jen in a long time. She found the love of her life and moved away to be with him in the country. I miss our long, oft times inebriated conversations where we plotted our lives, loves and our beloved children. Yes, we would save the world overnight and would wake with headaches driven by deep thoughts and wine. It has been raining all week. I like the rain, but I would like some sunshine, too. With all the rain and no way to get around, I am getting a sense of what it would be like to live in a region that gets little to no sunshine for an extended period of time – it can be damned depressing – a body needs some vitamin D! Plus, having mud between my toes around the clock is a bit disgusting. It has got to be the stickiest muck on the planet. But then I look around and I really have very little to complain about – I am in paradise after all! I looked forward to the party all week – the one I was invited to by the men at my private (I guess not really so private) waterfall. I got my hair done (albeit red), the toes painted, my outfit jungle-steamed, and I actually got some make-up to stick to my face. Purse and bottle of Tequila in hand (my preference over bringing a bottle of wine – and, well – it was left over from Margarita’s last week), off I went on my trek to find what was promised to be lots of music, dancing, and even fire-breathing entertainers! My initial plan was to hike down to the waterfall, cross over, climb up the hill and come into the party through the back door. Unfortunately the raging water due to the raging rain makes it too dangerous – plus – hiking through the jungle might just mess up this diva’s outfit! So, I opted for option 2 which was to walk along the rocky road out of the jungle that leads to the first paved road, take a right, and surely I would hear the noise and find the house – no problem! I gingerly (no pun intended with the frocks) meander my way through varying degrees of mud puddles and slopes covered by overgrown trees, vines, and the occasional coconut tree about a quarter of a mile up to the paved road. As I rounded the corner I could hear a man yelling loudly down the way. As I got closer, I noticed a woman coming up the path from where the yelling originated. She seemed serene and almost distant. I asked if she was OK, and she said, “oh yes!”. We made small talk about where I was staying and I asked if she knew which of the off-roads might lead to the glass house. She looked puzzled at me and shared she did not know of any glass house. I thought this odd – I mean – when there is a fancy house in any neighborhood that I know, everyone around can tell you about it; not here. I continued down the road – the walk now being at least a mile – and came upon a man who actually new of the glass house. He shared that there were two ways to get there – one was down a nicely paved road, and the other through some mud – I, of course, selected the paved road – could he not see that I was dressed for a party? Perhaps it is normal for crazy people to make their way down this road? I found this last statement more true than not… I ventured through a gate and down the paved road. To my right were some of the best kept chickens I have ever seen – lucky foul – obviously only used for their eggs. My steps took me past ponds, statues and some beautiful homes – they looked to be high-end rentals – and I bet they had indoor showers (jealous). At the end of the path, on the right, was one labeled, “The Waterfall House” – BINGO! The only thing was, it was empty. There were no cars, no entertainers, no people. Was I at the wrong house? Could there really be more than one “Waterfall” house on this land? I continued my search for another hour, at least, and several miles. I kept listening for music, the sight of cars also looking (they said at least 50 people had been invited) – SOMETHING – and yet I found nothing in any manner that fit the bill of the party I had so looked forward to. However, the walk was glorious. For this time that I was out, the rain had stopped and there was a nice breeze – NO SUN – but the air was brisk and refreshing. On the way back I could see the woman, the very normal looking woman in her sun dress and pretty blond locks and fresh face, down the way that I had run into at the beginning of my ramble. However, this time she had a man walking with her, and she was carrying what appeared to be a painting. As I got closer, she began a conversation with me regarding her art. She held it up to me and asked me if it looked familiar. The painting was mixed media – mostly of various oils, but the bottom corner was what looked to be like melted copper. All over of the canvas, and etched into the metal, were amoeba-shaped circles filled with stick-figures with enlarged heads. Did this look FAMILIAR? Well, no – but I asked her the same question – did it look familiar to her? Without skipping a beat she said, “oh yes!”, she replied. She began to share that these aliens had visited her. I showed no surprise – I was very interested in her story. She handed the painting to her man-friend (I am assuming he was her husband) and began to walk with me. She started to talk with me and shared how she would like to see where I lived as she knew the owner and had missed her. Behind her voice I could hear the man saying to me that she was not well. I pretended not to hear him and kept eye contact with this woman. I shared with her that the owner was not home right now so it would be better to visit another day. Without so much as a glint of disappointment, she said she would visit another day and turned to continue her journey with her companion. He looked at me with a thankful face and we all parted ways. The rest of my walk home was filled with mixed thoughts. Am I crazy, too? I mean, I uprooted myself to the jungle. I too have seen things that I cannot explain, felt concerns where there should not have been, and my intuition is ringing true more than not. I, too, have worried that my brain ain’t right. I can sense when someone is lying. I can sense when folks hold tight secrets of pain and misfortune. I can sense all sorts of things. Is this really a woman’s intuition, or is mine something I imagine to be stronger? I don’t know so I just keep it mostly to myself. Yes, maybe I am crazy. Just writing these words I feel like I have exposed too much – but maybe that is what I am supposed to do – to be open. My mother used to read palms – did people think she was crazy, too? I don’t think so – but to me she was just my mom and I loved her. They say the way to joy is to be in the service of others – and that is what I’m doing – while longing for a true peace of mind and the love of my family. Now I must sleep, or try to. Patty Griffin is playing on my multi-tasking phone. Her poetry through song sometimes makes me cry… I’m going to change the channel to something happy! Mahalo, Liz For those interested, I created a blog with all of the writings: lessons-in-aquarius.tumblr/
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 14:30:25 +0000
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