Today marks another 12 moons. My sun sign is Gemini but my rising sign is Cancer. Cancer is ruled by the moon. Alas, my moon is in fiery Aries so the combination of Air, Water and Fire makes me a whole special brand of something, indeed. Of all the planets that are supposed to rule me, I relate to the moon the most. I can wrap my head around its cycles and map my moods with the pull of the tides. And, I cannot get too attached to them. They will pass.
There was a time when life was measured in moons, because my grief was too acute to believe I would not die of a broken heart. With each passing moon, my heart recovered just that little bit more and eventually, when enough moons stacked up one on top of the other, I was able to climb out of the hole that I was in. The moon was my friend.
The moon is still my friend, and now I am measuring my life in moons again. In 12 more moons, life will be very different, and rather than keep my eyes on the small changes from cycle to cycle, I am keeping my eye on the moon and where I want to be in 12 cycles. In 12 cycles, I want to be in Malta. I used to go to Vienna every year for my birthday and enjoy the art and coffee culture and (if I was lucky) photograph the gorgeous blooms in the Vienna Rose Garden. Vienna has always been a happy place for me and I look forward to being back there again one day.
But in 12 moons, I’d like to be in Malta. I spent much time in Europe seeing the works of one of my favourite painters (Caravaggio) until a comprehensive exhibition in Budapest brought all his major works from throughout Europe to one place. I still enjoyed travelling to see them again – particularly my last trip to Rome, where I went specifically to see one remarkable painting that did not disappoint. I had to book in advance a limited entry to see the Rest on the Flight into Egypt. And, I think of my trip to Madrid where I had one of the last private tours of the artworks including the Caravaggio piece in the Royal Palace, before it tours shut down for some time following the abdication. There is at least one of his major works in Malta, that I haven’t seen, but Malta was also an important place for Caravaggio in his later years and so I look forward to spending some time there. And that sea is so very blue.
This has been a very frustrating period in my life and I’m looking forward to leaving this era behind. Rather than look backwards at what I have given up, or what I have lost or what I have had to let go, I am looking forward to where I will be and Malta is my touchstone.
I look forward to sending you a postcard from a seaside cafe.
For what are you most grateful, today?