Someone to Watch over Me
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
Later today, the moon moves into Scorpio for the next couple of days. That always means things are in- tense, secretive, or sexual—or some combination thereof.
Late yesterday, Shannon and I had talked about the possibilities of Hurricane Ernesto coming to this area and our general feeling that it would turn more toward Tampa and avoid the Florida Panhandle. We spoke of our mutual disenchantment with living so close to the Gulf and our fears of, not this hurricane, but one in the future destroying life as we know it here.
I explained that I feel more disconnected than usual from this geographic area and the possibility of hurricanes just intensifies that. I’m quite accustomed to pre- paring for hurricanes, both in acquiring supplies and in battening down the hatches around the house. Even for a minor hurricane, there are always hanging baskets of flowers to be removed, lawn furniture to be hauled into the garage, bathtubs to be filled. Many a time, I’ve left work in time to get home before dark and spend a few hours preparing the property for what might or might not come our way.
Property damage during my marriage usually meant my ex called his brother and brother-in-law, both good ol’ boys with hearts of gold who’d come over and climb around on our roof while my ex supervised. After my marriage, I had a network of friends I could call on in case of a tree through my roof.
This year, I feel very alone when it comes to storms and their aftermath. This is such a transitional time for me, and none of the new stuff that’s coming has settled in yet. So I feel like I’m running as fast as I can across a rope bridge, I can’t see the other side yet, and behind me the rope is fraying. Just a few more steps and I’ll make it across. But I don’t know how many steps or if I can run that fast, and this is one time it would do my heart good to see a hand reaching out of the fog ahead of me.
As if in answer to my fears, I received a message last night from an old friend. She had something to tell me, something important.
That I’m being watched over. Not just by the Gods, but by a man. And in this Scorpio Moon when thoughts are so intense, he’s wishing the best for me.
And that, that is so nice to know.