The Venus Diary on the 23rd of March
In the midst of a boisterous city, where the thoroughfares pulse with the swift strides of multitudes, nestles a charming vintage store. Its façade boasts a display of trinkets, enticing passers-by to halt and steal a glimpse within.
Among its eclectic collection, there resides an old music box, its once vibrant colours faded with time, and its melodies silenced by neglect.
One afternoon, a young woman named Eliza stumbled upon the antique shop while seeking refuge from the deluge that cascaded from the skies above. Drawn by an unseen force, she found herself standing before the music box, her fingers tracing the delicate carvings etched into its surface.
Intrigued by its silent allure, Eliza inquired about the music box and learned of its history – a tale woven with threads of love and loss. Once cherished by a devoted couple, it had served as a vessel for their fondest memories, its melodies dancing through the air like whispers of eternal devotion.
But as fate would have it, tragedy befell the couple, tearing them apart and leaving behind only echoes of what once was. In the wake of their absence, the music box fell into disrepair, its songs silenced by the weight of grief and longing. Moved by the story of the music box and the love it once embodied, Eliza resolved to restore it to its former glory.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as Eliza painstakingly worked to mend the music box, pouring her love and care into every delicate repair. And as she toiled away in solitude, she found solace in the rhythmic cadence of her efforts, a balm for the ache that lingered in her own heart.
Finally the music box was whole once more, its faded colours revived, its melodies reclaimed from the silence of oblivion. Eliza wound the key and released the first strains of music into the air – a melody infused with the poignant essence of love exchanged, memories created and lives entwined.
As the music filled the room, Eliza felt a profound sense of peace wash over her, as if the echoes of the past had finally found their voice. And in that moment, she understood the truth that had eluded her for so long—mostly, it is loss that teaches us the worth of things, guiding us along the winding path of life with whispers of remembrance and echoes of love.
Reflections on Venus’ conjunction to Saturn in Mutable Water
Music Box by Karl Griesbaum