Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Visiting Owl Island

Why I travel at night I do not know,perhaps it seems more magical.I love the moon,the stars,the cooler breeze of the sea, the stillness after the hustle and bustle of the busy day.

I travel to the shoreline of the bay ,the jetty looked eerie in the moonlight ..

I wondered if the Priestess was up at this hour of the night,especially after a busy day rowing this one and that across the bay to Owl Island.

I alighted from my raven taxi after paying the fare (which was reasonable , same price day and night, no extra charge).

I saw her form and shadow in the clear water ,she faced the water, sitting on a cane chair in the shape of a large heart, her long emerald green fine cotton skirt and a dark midnight blue fluffy warm looking coat, long touching the ground....

Of course she needed to be warm if she was venturing out at sea in the night air....

She heard me,turned around and smiled."Hello there night-owl" she said.."You must be one like me, one who loves the evening time of quiet contemplation".

I answered "How did you know "I asked..

"There is always one of you about, and that is my role , to be here when needed"

It sounded something my Mother Jessie would say I thought.

I asked of her a favour, if she could row me across to Owl Island if it was not too late.

"Know the way with my eyes closed" she said...."By the way my name is Angelina "Not called after an angel" she added hastily...."I think my ancestors liked our names to sound romantic and mysterious" ....

I wondered why I was called Lois by mine, but at this late stage in life it did not keep me awake at night wondering.

"Do you have your boarding pass?" asked Angelina .. I handed it to her, she popped it into her purple coat pocket, beckoned me to climb on to the jetty steps leading into the boat, and to rug up against the chill of the night.

This done,we set off.

Angelina I noticed had very strong arms, muscles only seen on labourers I thought, but when observing her strokes in rowing the boat and how smoothly it glided across the water I knew where her strength was gained.

We chatted on the 15 minute journey , this and that, travelling, myths ,gorgons, ravens, donkeys. She was not happy talking about Baba Yaga so I let it slide as I got the message that she had a run in with her at some time, and it did not go well.

We pulled into shore to a small wooden landing, Angelina threw a rope , perfectly tying us to the landing as it slipped down a huge round pole which was used to pull the boat closer as to alight.
"What do I owe you Angelina?" I asked...

" No charge, this one is on me" A favour I might call up one day, you never know" she said..

With that , she changed her place in the boat ,turned it out to sea and was gone .. I watched for a while until she disappeared into the light fog settling over the water. Just in time I thought.
I set off with my small purple rucksack with its many odds and ends I had carried since arriving in Umbria, it was like a part of me... an extra appendage. I could not do without, it had seen me through many ups and downs and had kept me safe form dangerous situations..... So here I was on Owl Island. What would I find on this tiny piece of land in the middle of sea that surrounded it, much like Australia I thought ,totally surrounded by sea , the whole continent sat in a large ocean......

What would I find as I walked up the hill toward a large outcrop of trees I could see when the moon came from behind the clouds and lit up my path.

Lois (Muse of the Sea)


At 2:13 AM, Blogger Chameleon said...

Lois...I think we are travelling the same path!! Jan

At 5:45 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

I just loved all of this. Loved it.

At 8:04 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Very nice, Lois. And your ferry woman was much nicer than mine. She was at least communicative ... More than can be said for my pipe smoking crone of disagreement.


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