Someone to Watch over Me
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
Later today, Â the Â moon Â moves Â into Â Scorpio Â for Â the next couple of days. Â That Â always Â means Â things Â are in- tense, secretive, or sexualâ€”or some combination thereof.
Late yesterday, Â 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 Â our mutual disenchantment Â 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 disconnectedÂ than usual from Â this Â geographic Â area Â and Â the Â possibility Â of hurricanes just intensifies that. Â Iâ€™m quite accustomed Â to pre- paring for hurricanes, Â both in acquiring Â supplies and in battening down the hatches around the house. Even for a minor Â hurricane, Â there Â are Â always Â hanging Â baskets Â of flowers to be removed, lawn furniture to be hauled into the garage, bathtubs to be filled. Many Â a Â time, Iâ€™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 Â during Â my marriage Â usually Â meant my ex called Â his brother and brother-in-law, Â both good olâ€™ boys with hearts of gold whoâ€™d come over and climb around on our roof while my ex Â supervised. Â After Â my marriage, I had a network of friends I could call Â on Â 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 Â time for me, and none of the new stuff thatâ€™s coming has settled in yet. So I feel like Iâ€™m running as fast as I can across a rope bridge, I canâ€™t see the other side yet, and behind me the rope is fraying. Just a few more steps and Iâ€™ll make it across. But I donâ€™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 Â to tell me, something important.
That Iâ€™m being watched over. Not just by the Gods, but by a man. And in this Scorpio Moon when thoughts are so intense, heâ€™s wishing the best for me.
And that, that is so nice to know.