Overland to Orange

How can I still the quietness of my heart?
How can I fill the void in my soul?
Come to me in dreamtime
Love me before I am too old!
Julia Ashton-Sayers
©

The Moon in Capricorn is my friend. It winks at my North Node encouraging me to strive toward my destiny. For a long time I would not admit this commanding aspect of my chart now, I grab it with all of my strength, in an attempt to cajole the answer to, “what more must I do?”

It is a number four day, a day of stability and diligent foundation lying. The Empress, Gaia, the Earth mother is pregnant with new beginnings. The Emperor bold and stoic sits upon Olympus, his mountainous retreat ruling with a steel soul. The Chariot belts past with one black and one white stallion rearing their headings bolting off in different directions. Sure the vehicle seems out of control but I have a firm grasp on the reigns.

How do I incorporate all of these elements into one day? What do these subliminal messages mean? Do I take the stability of the number four and build a mausoleum? Or, perhaps a pine box to lie within and contemplate my future? What if I get stuck I the box unable to force the lid open? Always looking for an escape route – there is always a way out, isn’t there?

The Chariot implies fast movement – racing down the highway of life out of control. Then the realization comes, I’m in control! I think of Charlton Heston in Ben Hur – no matter where he comes in the race, he will surely win. Is life that flexible? I think not!

We are heading off on an adventure today. Escaping our daily life and the grooves we have created on our path. Our destination is a sacred place in Country New South Wales. I will come face to face with the ghosts of my ancestors and share the terror that brought about their demise. I am not afraid but instead honored to be the bard to their existence. A tale so sacrosanct I must whisper it in hushed and dulcet tones.

There will be a memorial in a Park. I am partly responsible for this celebration. I feel proud. Of course I can’t take all of the kudos as I am only one tiny cog in this wheel. The story began with a night of terror – eight lives perished as the unrelenting wind and rain washed a family from the face of the earth. Fortunately, a young girl of fourteen made it to a gum tree and hung there all night like a drenched cockatoo.

My mother and father along with a driven genealogist uncovered the horrendous act perpetrated by Mother Nature. Now she has turned the tide and smiles upon my pilgrimage I take mile after long and dry mile. I am a willing scribe my interpretation of this tale did not stand alone. I was assisted by my creative genius friend, TB Jackson who connected to their story and shared his vision now with the help of my Webmaster it is a book. It will be on sale on 22nd June (the anniversary of their death). The mother, her children a neighbor all died on that long and fateful night. It’s a story of their lives, their journey so come and take a look.

Overland to Orange

Harlequin

Joined March 2008

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