Venus in Pisces

There is a beach 40 min drive from where I live. It has black sands and gleaming turquoise waters, they call it KareKare I call it paradise. They say the beach is haunted by a spirit of a woman that keeps in her forever embrace those unfortunate souls that dare to swim in the waters of KareKare. I don’t blame the spirit. Must be a lonely existence guarding the ocean waters.  So, I respect her space and watch as the waves die on the sparkling sands. A part of me dies too. Each crushing wave - hopes, dreams, lost pieces of paper with telephone numbers of strangers once met in a moment of cosmic synchronicity. All of that is gone. Washed away by time. Only pain and memory remain in the visage of this moment. 

All we ever have is a moment because in a moment everything can change.

I watched someone I love very dearly get hit by a car a couple of months ago. He is fine, mostly, which is a miracle in itself. How lucky are we to have miracles like this in our life? We don’t need anyone to walk on water to know god is real. Just watch your mate get totalled by a Mercedes and then walk like nothing ever happened the next day. God must be real. Or a version of him, some sort of a form. Maybe God is truly within all of us, all of the things. Maybe everything is good. 

So, no, this beach is not a paradise. It’s god embroidered in sparkling black sands and laced with crystal waters.  

Venus in Pisces is like this beach. Your feet will burn on the sizzling hot sands if you dare to walk all over her, but if you are patient and walk far enough along her coast you will find yourself in paradise.