Beginnings and endings are two sides of the same coin. As Shradh ends, Navratri begins. As the ancestors return to Pitru Loka, Hindus begin their worship of the Goddess Durga. During Navratri (nine nights), devotees venerate the divine femininity which gives birth to all creation. She is ‘Ma’, the Universal Mother. The festival is celebrated in the bright half of the Hindu calendar month Ashvin.
I first read Daytripper by Fabio Moon and Gabriel Ba in Melbourne some eight years ago. The graphic novel was a gift from my friend Tal for my birthday. The images stuck with me. This morning, I remembered the novel and re-read it. It awakened in me something that I hadn’t felt for a long time. Their story inspired me to write my own.
Sometimes he was a long way out and she missed him and the beached fishes gasped for breath. Then he was all over her again, and they were mermaids together, because there was always something feminine about my father, for all his power. Earth and water are the same kind, just as fire and air are their opposites.
The table is set for two. It’s been a while since I cooked for another human being. A while since I planned out an evening. A while since I embraced being in the kitchen. A while since I listened to Tracy Chapman and sipped on red wine while nibbling on Camembert cheese. This whole process feels really old to be so new.
There’s activity all around me, but my attention is entirely focused on him. There is nothing and no one else in the room that interests me. I’m like that when I’m into someone. Unlike Venus in Aries, Gemini and Aquarius that are all about the flirtation, variety and the thrill of the chase – Venus in the 8th wants who it wants and never wavers. When you have me, you have all of me. And when I have you, I better have all of you. Betray my devotion or mistake it for weakness and I’ll bury you. Scorpio spite and scorn is legendary. But that’s another story for another day.
Scorpio energy…I know it all too well. Why do I have to feel these things so intensely? Whilst others are off having their flings and flirtations without a care in the world, I feel debilitated by the depth and intensity of my desire. Especially when it sneaks up on me like a thief in the night – without prior warning. The worst part of it is that I never seem to have any choice in the matter. It’s raw. Untamed. Private. It’s a diamond desire that doesn’t want to seen and yet silently and patiently yearns for the day that it will be discovered.
How many women are encouraged to be the Queen of Wands? When we decide to be independent – marry late (if ever), make our own money, and go after what (and who) we want in a straightforward manner; people of both genders label us as aggressive and call us all kinds of nasty names. Both men and women seem to have a vested interest in forever dousing the fire in our hearts with water.