I first met Suzie at a Liz Greene astrology lecture in London
in the early nineties.
“Lyn?” Snowy Claire tapped me on the shoulder. After greetings
she introduced her friend Suzie, another Aquarian.
“Oh”, I said, interested, appreciating the long ginger flowing
hair and her high energy. “Hi Suzie! What date in Aquarius
are you?”
“11th February” said Suze.
“Wow! So am I! 11th February! How amazing! What
a co-incidence! Hey! What’s your ascendant?” “Sagittarius.”
“Really?! So’s mine! Whoo that’s weird!”
“Hey it is! Really weird!”
We established that Suzie was eight years younger than me and that
her ascendant was earlier than mine but then tentatively, “Where’s
your Moon?” We both had the Moon just below the ascendant in Sagittarius.
This was suddenly too much, too close for us detached Aquarians! We
both felt acutely uncomfortable. We moved separately to the
drinks table and mingled with other astrologers!
Later, once we had become friends, we discovered other amazing
co-incidences in our charts and lives. We both had Venus
in Aquarius and Mars in Venus signs. We both had daughters
around our Saturn Returns and our daughters are both Earth signs. We
then both had Sagittarian sons with Moon in Cancer. However,
Suzie had her Sun conjunct Jupiter and Moon square Saturn, whereas
I have my Sun square Saturn and Moon quinquunx Uranus. I
learned loads about how to be positive and confident from watching
that Sun Jupiter conjunction!
In 1992, Suzie came to the Rainbow Circle Astrology Camp, the
Wet Astrology Camp, the one where the stream overflowed its deep
banks and forgot to turn left, rushing across the field and carrying
off Darve’s cooking fire, which continued to burn as it floated
away! I remember Suzie there, dancing naked in the thunderstorm!
For many years Suzie focalized the Astrology Plays which were one
of the highlights of the camps. She would call a meeting,
we’d all sit in a circle and she’d ask each person what they wanted
to be. People would say “What’s the play? What parts
are there?” And Suzie would explain that there wasn’t a play, but
if there were to be a play, what would they like to be? There
were no limits! Ah! Where am I at? What do I
want to do? Over a couple of days the characters would emerge,
then Suzie would take them all away and write a plot, a plot that
brought in all these characters and somehow managed to relate to
the chart of the evening as well!
At first I used to chicken out and say to Suzie to plot me an appropriate
part and I’d do it. So I have ended up working at the First
University of Consciousness and Knowledge, being Eve in the Garden
of Eden, as an immoveable object on a road protest and as an old
woman in a launderette who wanted, and got, change. Initially
Suzie would have to help me loads to develop the part and then
I would script and learn it! But over the years she helped
me gain confidence on the stage and the last play I did with her
was more or less impromptu apart from having a vague plot and working
out a few puns and jokes which might come in handy. Many,
many people have had such a brilliant time working with Suzie on
these plays and other plays and cabarets in different camps.
Often I would take my problems to Suze. We’d meet at Spitalfields
and after organic veggies and going round the stalls, we’d have
coffee and talk Stuff. Sometimes it was difficult for me
to accept what she said. Suze did not pull her punches. But
after a while I would come to appreciate the wisdom of her words. She
was so brave, she never shirked from saying what needed to be said. Sometimes
we would argue and have our own Stuff. It took me courage
too, to phone when I thought she might not ever want to know me
again. But Suze wasn’t like that. I remember
her saying once: “Of course we’re still friends. How could
you ever think that we wouldn’t be?” We talked and laughed
about this at some point during the months that she was ill. “Well,
at least you always came back and faced me!” she said.
Suzie’s now gone on another adventure. Got to have someone
out there blazing the path for the rest of us.
Lyn
| Within the circles of the heart The white bird flies From life to life she rides the wind She’s never born and never dies |
Sweet soul |
