Take Me to the Water



Good song, and I'm already there. The Sun is now in my sign, the fishes.


Today's word: Avatar: \AV-uh-tar\, noun:


1. The incarnation of a deity -- chiefly associated in Hinduism with the incarnations of Vishnu.

2. An embodiment, as of a quality, concept, philosophy, or tradition; an archetype.

3. A temporary manifestation or aspect of a continuing entity.

(as described in the Merriam-Webster dictionary.)




My avatar today is the recurring theme of convergence. Proof? This gets very interesting...



I awake this morning to a gray-blue sky, thinking of choreography from our newest National Champion, Johnny Weir. He is a skater. We move across frozen water. His costume represented an icicle, which was gray-blue. The zodiacal shift of Pisces represents water (which can also be gray-blue), which in turn brings up creativity, emotions, and intensity. He exudes all these things. I got a "flash" in my head of his hands reaching out to me physically. I dismissed it as a random thought before coffee. Johnny is training for Worlds, which takes place in Dortmund, Germany next month. I grabbed Toller Cranston's book (which is also gray-blue) , not knowing why, thinking I'd reread the John Curry section. Something about movement, something about feeling. I get on the bus.



I get to work, and open up my email. There sits a reply from Johnny mentioning what I wrote to him back in January when he won Nationals, a reference to SkyRink where I skate, and how his performance stunned me. The style matched that of his blog in spelling, and composition. There is no way in hell his agent/manager could have crafted this reply. It was too personal. Does this explain the "flash" of his hands reaching out to me?



Lunchtime arrives. I sit in the concourse next to the Rink (frozen water.) I am interrupted by my old manager from Rock Center (who I never cared for, but tolerate) who bubbles with effusive 'hello's', 'how are you's', and 'what are you doing's?' This woman never talks to me, but I noticed she was dressed completely in white, like the ice. She steps away, and I go back to the John Curry section I was reading. My jaw drops as I read Toller's commenting about his Holiday on Ice experience in Dortmund, Germany almost 30 years ago. Johnny was born almost 20 years ago. John Curry (same name, and I'd argue same style) died 10 years ago. We are all emotional, creative people. We all knew SkyRink (the old one and the new one). Toller's costume in Dortmund that year was gray-blue. We are all skaters. We all adore winter.



My reply to him was typically Piscean:, I reminded him to watch his hands (the ones that reached out to me ) in his performance when it happens next month. He seemed truly grateful when I told him of how inspired I was (reaching out again.)



This entire day, so far, is the embodiment of my sign: intensity, emotion, creativity. Water signs are like no other. There is no coincidence. The temporary manifestation appeared to me in the form of the sport I so dearly love, but the underlying component is its own resonant incarnation--feeling. You can't see things and their interconnected qualities, but you can feel them.



Like I've always said, true spirits will find each other.



And when you choose to gather and protect what you love, positivity is the overwhelming result. Kindred spirits (dead or living) will always seek and find each other.