I was crying and restless last night and tossed and turned
for a long time before a brief and deathly sleep.
Today I’m remembering about a man I met at my work, whose name
translates from Tibetan to English as “full moon”. He was born
on the full moon in Nepal after his parents fled Tibet in the
early 1950’s. I had spoken to him briefly several weeks
previously when he was sitting outside waiting for a friend
and he seemed like an interesting person with a bright smile,
a glistening gold tooth and many stories written into his
face. He came into the restaurant again during the new moon
eclipse in October and he told me something to the effect of -
that we shouldn’t get too lost in the abyss of the eclipse and
keep the brightness of the sun in our minds.
Last night I slept through one of the biggest storms of the
year and then spent the morning processing fruits and
vegetables I had picked up on Samhain out in Saanich with my
friend Lydia. I recently got Once Twice Melody By
Beach House as part of a trade for an old vintage receiver I
had, and I listened to it in the background and drank
dandellion leaf tea.
I headed out in the afternoon and as I walked through St.
Annes and Beacon Hill Park, the broody sky slowly parted and
opened up into a bright sunny day. Upon entering the park, a
deer darted past me and sun started streaming through the
orangey-yellow autumn leaves of the Gary Oaks. I dug a hole
into some soft musky soil under a pine tree and burned and
then buried some compostables from my altar table.
Then I wandered down to the ocean, threw myself into the water
twice and then threw an offering into the ocean.
I continued along some scraggly rocks that hugged the
shoreline, carefully footing myself as salty waves crashed
into the bank side. I got spit out onto another beach front
where a woman was descending into the water.
**
I like Victoria. I have a close friend here. My co-workers are
easy to get along with. I find magical spots in nature everywhere I go. And
I’m dating again. No hanky panky or anything, just hang outs;
yet even that is fraught with complexity and today I’m
reminding myself to stay on my own path and not get led astray
by cute boys.