The HP

The first time my eyes gazed upon hers I knew there was something different about her – Icy, almost, yet when she smiled it was like she beamed it straight into my soul. I could speak to her without saying a thing and it felt like she saw every part of me the first time we met - put it this way, I didn’t need to tell her how many sugars I liked in my tea. Robed in blue representing her perfect intuition and femininity, she wore the cross better than any little black dress. Matching the projective creative force with the receptive element of water, she swam in the sea of the subconscious, although often blissfully unaware when she got out of her depths she would cut through water as if she had fins. Mystical and sparkling with the inherent ‘knowing’ in every cell of her body she was a guide and interpreter who I could call on for assistance, to her there was a beauty in the dark illusions of the moon which was to her like home, her power attained through the crystal and held in the red beneath her skin.