Cosmic Correspondent Kim Rogers-Gallagher has been invited to the planets'
secret hangout. She's the first astrologer to enter this starry domain,
and reports regularly on her findings there.
Café Part 14:
Tea in Saturn’s Garden
breeze blew through Saturn's lovely courtyard, setting that myriad
of colorful blooms into motion. I ventured a glance around and saw
that there was an herb garden to my right laid out in the circle of
the zodiac. From what little I knew about the connections between
the signs and certain herbs, I could see it was perfectly planned.
Honeysuckle, thistle and cayenne were carefully blended in the Aries
wedge, fragrant sage was planted next to it for Taurus, and my own
sign, Sagittarius, held red clover and rock rose. Needless to say,
the array of scents that reached me was every bit as intoxicating
as the sight of the garden itself.
wasn't the only one who thought so, either. There were several bird
baths and feeding stations throughout the garden, and at the moment,
each was entertaining customers. A dozen or so starlings splashed
happily in one bath like a group of children in a swimming pool. Tiny
red hummingbirds darted in and out of the honeysuckle, too—in fact,
one lovely little creature hovered next to me, examining me quite
closely before continuing along to a patch of red salvia. It was delightful
here—not at all what I'd expected Saturn's "office" to be
was still enjoying the show when Saturn returned with our tea. I noticed
how slowly and deliberately she moved—but Saturn in fixed, solid Taurus
wouldn't move any other way. She handed me my cup with a steady, firm
hand, and sat beside me, sipping her own. I tasted the concoction,
decided it was delicious, and had to ask her what was in it. "Oh,
it's a blend—mostly slippery elm, but there's mint in it, too,"
she answered. "Elm is wonderful for the bones, you know,"
had to smile at that. Of course, Saturn was concerned about bones.
All kinds of structures fell under his—I mean, her—jurisdiction, and
bones were certainly on that list. She turned to me and placed one
of those finely-sculpted, slender hands on my arm. I was once again
struck by how reassuring her touch was.
you do something for me?" she asked.
course," I answered. But what could I possibly do for Saturn?
can tell them not to be afraid of me, to begin with. What I ask isn't
much, and you can point that out, too. Rules and boundaries are necessary
at times. And although humanity isn't fond of waiting, there are moments
when there's really no other course of action." She paused, sipped
her tea, and continued. "When a grandmother extends a hand to
stop a child from running out into the road, the child may not like
it at the moment, but if they'd gone unchecked, they might be hurt—or
killed. When I stop someone from acting, then, it's not because I
don't want them to cross that road—it's because it's not safe to try
it just yet. Do you understand?" I nodded, and she went on.
of what your Earth would be like if there were no laws, no rules and
no discipline. Everything would fall into total chaos. Imagine what
navigation in a vehicle would be like without traffic lights, speed
limits and lanes. Impossible—and dangerous. Your bodies are vehicles,
too, and navigating inside them is like driving. Without rest, routines
and understanding your limitations, you'd die."
had to agree—although, as a Sag, limitations weren't exactly
my specialty. After this conversation, however, I was willing to bet
I'd be much better at trying.
planets follow rules too," she said, and then—proudly, I thought—added,
"Even Jupiter stays in his twelve-year cycle."
smiled at the mention of his name, and Saturn did, too. She shook
her head, as if she were thinking about someone she loved but couldn't
understand, and stood up. "All right, dear. That's all for now.
Have you finished your tea?"
had. I handed her the cup and followed her through the glass doors
to the house, turning to look back at the garden one more time before
I left. She opened the front door for me, and took my chin in her
hand. "You know you're always welcome here, and we'll have other
business to discuss as time goes on. If you need me, call. I'll always
be here. But you have things to do, and so do I."
eyes began to tear up again. I wanted to hug her, but I didn't feel
that it was appropriate—and I've got Venus in Saturn's sign,
Capricorn, so I'm extremely aware of what's okay and what's not. She
touched my back as I stepped through the door out onto the sidewalk,
and said one last, Saturnian thing: "Be careful out there, child.
Not everyone plays by the rules."
Week: Discussing Saturn with Jupiter