Wow! Really!? My last blog was back in April!?…..
Well that’s screwed up my attempt at making this blog fortnightly (why do people call this “biweekly” nowadays? Do folks just turn bisexual every two weeks or something?). Oh well, I’d best get on with it.
Basically, this year a LOT has happened. Remember my card reading for this year? See here.
Well it looks like the catalyst for my life giving way to destruction in order to build something new has happened:
Me and Pipes parted ways back in the first week of March. Yep, our marriage has been called to an end. We are separated but still friends, which is important. I will not deny Pipes has been a very big influence in my life and she still means much to me. To some of you, this will be no news whatsoever. To others, this will be big news indeed, I’m sorry, I haven’t had the chance to tell everyone yet and I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it as a Facebook status.
What has this got to do with the title?
Well, in mid May, I had the fortune of going to Cyprus to celebrate my Dad’s 60th birthday and my parent’s 35th wedding anniversary (2014 would have been mine and Pipe’s 6th) for an entire week.
The sun was hot, the skies blue and the sea aquamarine and refreshing. The food was gorgeous, especially if you go for a meze where you get dishes and dishes and dishes of different food in many courses.
A Briton in a Greek land (I know Cypriot is its own culture and language, just bear with me, OK?) What was a follower of the gods of the Isle of Destiny and the Isle of the Mighty to do?
Pay homage of course!
The first night we were there, we saw the gorgeous full moon and all the stars surrounding her. From the villa, we could see the sea to the south, the mountains to the north, and the air had a welcome coolness. I saluted Luna on her beauty and asked for the blessings of Earth, Sky and Sea as well as those of Aphrodite herself. This was her Island and I wanted to pay tribute… all with a cool can of KEO beer!
Aphrodite’s Bath. Photo by Locksley2010.
On the Sunday we went to visit the Baths of Aphrodite, where she walked from the mountains to bathe in the rock pool. It was a lot smaller than I imagined, but it was still beautiful. There was even a sign to warn you against dipping your feet in it. Quite right too.
I didn’t know how to approach, so I waited until it was quiet and I removed my hat and sunglasses then knelt on the slabs before the pool. I called upon Aphrodite; allowing me to come to this wonderful place and to give thanks on any blessings she gave while I was in her land. I’m not familiar with how Aphrodite should have been honoured, so I did it like I would to the goddesses of home… I spoke to the water. I then felt compelled to put a hand into the cool water and wipe it all across my face. So I did. I got up and gave a bow to the pool only to turn around to a young couple looking at me in total disgust. I flashed them my “Yeah, I spoke to the water, go fuck yourself” smile and carried on my way.
It was whilst we walked down the mountains on a hike that my Aunt pointed out that Aphrodite must have been one hell of a strong woman to have done the walk every day… she’s a goddess, she probably shape-shifted into a bird perhaps or one of the goats that were stampeding down the path…
On the last few hours of being in that beautiful country, we came upon Aphrodite’s rock.
Aphrodite’s Rock, photo by Locksley2010… still think it looks phallic…
This was where she was born, allegedly. The rock itself is the smallest of three lone standing natural pillars. I think it looks like the tip of a glans.
I wanted to pay my last respects before saying good bye to the land and its goddess, so I squatted in the surf, letting the sea drift over my boots. Placing my hands into the flowing sea, I called upon Aphrodite once more, thanking her for the experiences shared and lessons learned. I then found myself chatting with her. Telling of my heartbreak and of how I faced it. I couldn’t help it, it just seemed natural to talk to the goddess of love about what I endured. I even asked her something personal, for advice, blessings and inspirations… I certainly didn’t expect a response! A voice! A voice in my head and my heart. It wasn’t my voice, it wasn’t a woman’s voice… it was just there. What it said took me by surprise and made my joyful and sad all at the same time.
I then gave thanks and took my leave, running the seawater all over my arms. I took a tissue from my pocket (yes, it was clean and unused!) and tied it to the tree that so many others had done, all asking for Aphrodite to help in some way. I only asked that I make the right choice. There were hundreds of clooties, some of tissue paper, some of plastic carriers, some of shirts.
So, what did Aphrodite say? What took me by surprise? That, dear reader is between me and the Goddess of another Land.