a raven's retreat

Step away from what I believe to be true and open to the magic of the Raven, the enchantress of life.  She will show us how to come out of the dark and into the light, from unformed into form.  She is the life-force of the creative.  Playful and alive.  Trickster and teacher.  Watchful and intelligent.  Manifestor of magic. Messenger of creation.

Sitting in my sacred space, window open to the sounds of the forest, I hear the chatter of the flock.  She has returned standing at the entrance to my portal.  Looking, watching, speaking in secret tongue.  My teacher.  The protector of my spirit.  Gatekeeper of my soul.  You have returned and beckoned me just as the seasons are to change from the dark of the winter to the light of the spring.

Shall I look into the mirror and see the reflection of the blackness of her color tipped with iridescent specks of deep purples and blues?  Shall I look into her watchful dark eyes and see the world through her lens?  Shall I become the watchful prankster as I perch upon the tower and sit in the stillness of observation?  And in my inquiry wonder if perhaps I am her and she is me.
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At this time in my life I believe I am always becoming who I am becoming, and in my childlike curiosity have the hunger to find where it is I am to land.  Deep transformational work.  Tearing from the inside out.  Cries of desperation.   Tears of joyful centered peace.  Laughter in the sunshine.  I continue to learn.  I continue to open my being.  I continue to be vulnerable and alive.  I carry no shame as I walk my unsteady path to the destination that is calling to me.  I fly with my wings spread wide and allow mother wind to carry me to places of which I long to see.  I am the Raven.  I am the retreat.  I am the Raven's retreat.