I received the sad news today that my beloved Raven Lodge has been sold. At least an offer has been made on it. I am sad, for sure. And yet, as I hiked down to the river past the thunder of the waterfall near the covered bridge on the trail down to the Sandy River that I’ve come to love, excitement started to creep in to my senses. I hadn’t realized until then how much energy was going into hoping I could stay here.
Although the depth of sorrow isn’t the same, losing the Raven Lodge feels like losing a family member to a chronic illness. When my father died after 25 years of battling Parkinson’s Disease, living much longer than the doctors predicted, there was relief despite the sense of loss and the vacuum-like ache of his absence. It was not welcome, but inevitable and necessary, and as such the logjam of emotion shifted. It is much the same feeling today.
Along with my holding all that energy in my body, I realized that I have effectively been scheming my Plan B and I’m actually pretty excited about it. That Medicine Wheel card I drew yesterday (see post) portended change and movement. My trust in the spirits is blossoming, as I feel more and more energized that this is all good. I’m not sure exactly why, but I’m more sure than ever that the spirits have my best and highest purpose in mind. It must be because I’m looking forward to the change, instead of back with any regret.
Tonight, as I sat out on the old wooden bench overlooking the creek, the river in the distance, fog filling the spaces between the lines of trees covering the side of the mountain, each layer darkening against the sunset, a bright crescent appeared behind the leafless yellow poplar.
The moon is in a new cycle, a sign to me that all life continues as everything and everybody moves inexorably through each phase on our path. The scene reminded me of one of my most loved sayings… “The moon never meant to reflect on water. Water never meant to mirror the moon.” With acceptance, each moment is perfection.
The whisps of low-hanging clouds morphed in the view, looking like silk scarves blowing in the wind, although the air was still. I viewed the panorama, breathing in the earth, filled with gratitude for this moment, and all of the moments I have loved and enjoyed while here.
I have been given a gift by having this time at the Raven Lodge, of seeing the earth and all things more clearly. Of realizing what beauty and abundance I have in my life. Of what’s important, and what I want — and don’t want.
In this time, I have been dying to the old, shedding the cocoon. And I am ready to step into the next cycle of my life… to become the butterfly.
Plan B? Stay tuned…
M.


