A Restless Night

Raven fighting a snow storm in Lesotho, Africa by N. Chrystine Olson



I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to do a little trance work. In my quest for total relaxation I found myself in a breathtaking scene of nothing but tree tops and clouds. I became Raven. Gliding in and out of the wind paths, up and down side to side. I became aware of how far and how fast I was traveling. So I asked why I was being shown such a tremendous thing. Only a simple answer, spoken clear but soft much like the wind. "That is life."

As I soared farther and farther away, I became comfortable. In and out, back and forth between wind and no wind. The ease of flight was amazing. Only when I said I understood the lesson was I able to return home. Finding my way back home became a task. It wasn't the same flight back as it was flying away. Everything seemed to be different and more difficult to navigate. It was such a struggle and I became frustrated with my inability.

After some time, I landed home, exhausted and happy to be on the ground. I looked for anything familiar to me but it had all changed. It was home but it was different.

When I opened my eyes I had realized that the flight I just took represented my life. It took no effort to fly from home, catch a wave of excitement and energy and just fly with it. The flight home was more difficult, frightening, and tiring.

I realize now that I must work hard to have a family that is so easy to love. Wandering away for excitement isn't a bad thing as long as I tell them what I am doing so they can leave a trail for me to find my way back. Much of my family could have learned from my successes and failures if I had only stayed in sight.

For that I have to apologize.

I can't say that this old bird isn't going to fly again but I can guarantee that I will never take off without a scheduled landing, and someone to pick me up at the airport (so to speak)