(April Fool’s Day, 2021) waning gibbous moon Scorpio / tarot Hierophant
I travel to visit a woman who is more like an acquaintance than a friend, like Victoria in Santa Fe, but this woman lives in France. She is busy and distracted. She has little time to spend with me, which I don’t find upsetting. I consider traveling again. She points out that my plane ticket is missing. As she meets with a group of her close female companions, women who share a passion unknown to me, I rummage the room and try to find my ticket. I realize I should just call Delta.
As I prepare for my call, a magnetic, powerful Frenchman enters the room with another group of women. He is their famous guide. They have arrived to work with Victoria. The dark-haired Frenchman is immediately drawn to me, deeply shocked by his uncontrollable need to be with me. He turns away from the other women and embraces me from behind. He holds me softly, warmly in his strong arms. He has my back. His silky, wavy hair mingles with mine. His cheek fuses with my cheek.
I am captivated, overjoyed by his French culture, by its obsession with beauty and creativity. Even so, I have no true compatibility with it. Each playful statement I make is as eccentric as a bolt of lightning to my new romantic partner. I feel like a bewitching alien to him, a stunning creature who revolutionizes his soul over and over and over again.