In the Cave....

When I was little I used to think that I was invisible. But then when I would be called on in school by the teacher I was shocked. "How did she see me?" I just wanted to blend into things and not be apparent. Sometimes now I even feel this way but it doesn't last long. Someone will call my name or say hello and I am once again shocked.

It came in handy when I was studying Shamanism. In it, you need to be able to shift or disappear into things. I had no idea when I was young that I was already a shapeshifter. I would slip into trees and animals....the grass....anything to take me out of where I was and the family that I was living in.

There are times in each of our lives when we feel the need to hide away. To go into our cave. I have found that when this happens it is not a time to be alarmed but a time to recognize that a healing is needed. But the demands of life....paying the rent....car payment, etc....get in the way and there is very little time for us to just retreat and be still. And a few minutes a day never seems like quite enough.

I am in the hunkering down mode. I feel a yearning to go within. I need to find the time to do so or I will implode upon myself. Sounds dire...but it's not. Things need to be put into perspective....life's decisions need to be looked at more closely....relationships need to be pondered on...or not.

Bear with me....I will come out of the cave eventually...a stronger...more centered person.