PURE SHORES

252 Pure Shores

Aquarius, you are the water-bearer. You are the carrier of all that is magical and moody, passionate and pure. That is not to say that your surface does not become murky and polluted every once in a while, when troubled times come a-calling but lately you have been on a rather good streak. Following one’s heart is always recommended to those who are treading on a path seeking happiness – for only when you truly love, you can truly be.

The heart of the matter is to not wallow when you feel like you are sinking… And you will not! For now – you are more perceptive to your needs – for the first time ever. You are being kind to yourself. You are looking out for you. You are falling in love, unabashedly. And it’s taking you places you never imagined you would see, and teaching you all that there is to be. Aquarius, you are a creature of the ocean – you are spirited and still, all at once. The waters will waver, and the tides will turn; but it is only to remind you of what is to be learned. 

P.S. This post was inspired by the Woodstock Witch or Karishma Rajani, if you will; it was also my way of waxing poetic about the astrological sign I was born under. Ooh, and I hope this year brings you all the love and light you are attracting and radiating, Aquarius. :-)

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Artwork by Roanna Fernandes

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Lady in the Water

222 Lady in the Water

Do you know how much good it does your heart; when you’re standing on the shore of a beach and you can feel the dry but soft mica granules under your toes, warming your soles, you’re thinking things and watching the waves crash against each other and hearing the call of the ocean, and in an instant, your feet are graced with a jet of frothy, bubbly, delicious molecules of sea water? ♥ There’s no feeling quite like it! Except if you’re probably reading a book on the sand after a quick swim, letting the rays of the sun warm your bare skin and kiss your hair.

What are these feelings? Describe them, please. So… Like when if you close your eyes for too long, you miss that swish of an aquamarine fin on a glorious tail disappearing under the water – and you don’t know it now. You never do. Nobody ever does… There’s magic. Does stringing together random thoughts of beautiful people and places around us make it poetic? What is this? What are you saying? I thought you would think of a picture. Or a person! Think, now. Everything’s magic. Incoherence of speech is an ailment common among us ocean folk. Breaks us down, and builds us up again. Sandcastles, in reverse…

Scatter your thoughts about… And, begin again. Feel the vibe of the ocean as it calls out to you, as it asks for you to seek its treasures. Look for the little shells, the really tiny, textured surface ones… They’re a creamy colour! What do you think? How many hexadecimal codes of the colour blue is the sky made up of? Have you ever thought of that? Which is the constellation you look for, when you look up in to the inky sky after the sun has set, and the beach is eery, beautiful, calm, and seems like it’s whispering; can you smell that?

Did you do that, ever? Erm, you know… Fill a bottle with a paper scripted with a beautiful thought, and fling it into the ocean? Why haven’t you done that? Actually, I haven’t – either. I will, soon! Did you leave silly messages in the sand? Write someone’s name down? :-) Randomness is good, it makes you feel things… Listen to the call of the ocean. The waters are beckoning you, closer… One step, yes, that’s it. Two steps… Ooh, it’s chilly! Ah, but it feels so nice. There, you set it free… Farewell, dearest.

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Artwork by Roanna Fernandes