Sunday, April 3, 2011


My houseguests have departed, the chateau is quiet (and clean since I launched into a world-class cleaning frenzy last night after work. There were plastic bags to recycle, bedding to fold and put away. I swept and washed, brought the chateau back to it's usual orderliness. Oh yeah!)

This morning I am returning to my regularly scheduled program of working, walking around, taking pictures, hanging out far too often on Facebook and such. I do love my life's rhythms. That said, it was so much fun sharing those rhythms with my guests that I'm feeling a bit of a vacuum in the aftermath of their visit.


There was a long period of time during which I was rather feral, when I preferred my relationship with the weather, trees and sky to fellowship with humans. Except for when I was working, I spent almost all my time alone.

Something changed somewhere along the way. I can't put my finger on when it happened exactly, though I'm guessing the shift back to the human community followed my emergence from the spiritual cults I was part of when I was a witch.

I remember a time when I thought of myself as the weird old shaman who lives in a hut outside of town, keeps to herself. I talked to ghosts, the trees, weather and the sky, but not so much with other people. Now I'm the weird shaman who lives in the center of the village, hosts dinner parties, meets friends for drinks, and invites her beloveds to come visit.

Some rhythmic changes are abrupt; some shift slowly over time. I am happy - and grateful - to have re-joined the rhythms of the family of mankind. All those years of living with the wolves (as it were)? What the hell was I thinking?

Happy Sunday, y'all. Shalom.

Val, YES I will write about the download - yes yes. I promise.


Carolina Linthead said...

Perhaps out of your need, you came to us in our time of need? Stranger tales have been told. The world is changing, accelerating, moving toward something. I do not know what is coming, but it is coming. It is altogether fitting that we hermits and weird shamans come together at this time. I am so very happy to have "met" you, my friend!

ellen abbott said...

living with the wolves has it's place and time.

California Girl said...

Read through your last 4 posts so I am up to date with the "bespectacled" friends and your "download" Your writing sounds fulfilled, happy, peaceful. It flows well. That is what I'm hearing through your words.

p.s. Love the masthead photo.

tut-tut said...

ah, change that's for the better is always welcome around here. I feel so much more at ease in my 50s than in my 30s--at least some of the time . . .

steven said...

reya the transition from social to personal availability is among my most favourite of all!!! i haven't had enough experience with the opposite transition - from deeply personal to social availability. i hope to carve more space in time. steven

Pauline said...

I'm still "with the wolves" though my time with humans increased with my job. Still, being mostly with kids is not quite the same as dealing strictly with adults. I'll keep my almost hermit status :)

Reya Mellicker said...

What great comments! Wow!

Barbara said...

I'm glad you are still a shaman, the village needs a shaman to host dinner parties.
I think I refuel when I am by myself and spend energy when I am with others. Some of my friends are just the opposite.

Jo said...

Can you imagine how much I LOVE knowing where you were and what you were doing when you took these gorgeous pictures?

I am grateful for whichever path brought you where you are today. Everything seems to be blossoming for you right now...what an exciting time!

The retrievals, revelations, and integrations have been given to you for a which is no longer hidden from view.

The path is finally clear and full of light. The road blocks are gone and your vision is unobscured. Enjoy the journey now!

Reya Mellicker said...

Thank you, Jo. Wow.