Wednesday, August 8, 2012

...Log Cabins, Sweet Red Wine, Laughter & Bats



There are some people in life who bring out the best in you. With them, you are able to say whatever’s on your mind. You connect with them in a way that’s easy and unforced. ~M



Pick any one of the title words and there will be a story to follow. Ask any one of the four middle-aged, once hippie types females who spent a week together in a log cabin with one bathroom and uninvited midnight visitors, and each one will tell you their version of exactly what happened. The short of it is, (sorry girls) we once again became little screaming girls coving our heads with beach towels as we dodged the unwelcome flying critters.

I often wonder when things happen in three’s if there’s a symbolic meaning to it. In my life it has, it’s usually been either good or bad and rarely anything in between. But, being the curious woman I am, I wanted to know what the meaning of being visited by bats on three separate occasions meant. Let's face it; the bat isn't the most popular of animals. In fact, it's largely misunderstood and so therefore, many of its symbolic meanings are inappropriately fear-based. So together, we delved into the meaning of bats from the Native American perspective and this is what we found out about them after the last sleepless night in cabin number one.

The Native American animal symbolism of the bat comes from keen observation. These spiritual people recognized that the bat was highly sensitive to their surroundings and so therefore was considered a symbol of intuition, dreaming, and vision. This made the bat a powerful symbol for Native American shamans and medicine people. Often the spirit of the bat would be invoked when special energy was needed, like "night-sight" which is the ability to see through illusion or ambiguity and dive straight to the truth of matters.

The bat is a highly social creature and has strong family ties. They are very nurturing, exhibiting verbal communication, touching, and sensitivity to members of their group. The bat also symbolizes awareness of your surroundings and sensitivity to the feelings of others and perception on a psychic level. The bat is a symbol of rebirth and depth because it is a creature that lives in the belly of the Mother (Earth). From the womb-like caves, it emerges every evening at dusk; and so, from the womb it is reborn every evening.

Native Americans view the bat as a commitment to spiritual growth and self-improvement. It helps us reap some of the most profound rewards like:
· Dying to our ego
· Loving our enemies as ourselves
· Going within to touch our inner demons
· Exploring reality (which can be scary)
· Renewing our thoughts and beliefs on a moment-to-moment basis

All of these tasks can be harrowing experiences. This is why the Native American symbolism of the bat deals with initiation, because this creature takes us to outlandish extremes, and rest assured, the bat is never leaves our side while we are journeying.

Interestingly enough, our small group of like-minded women saw the symbolism of our nocturnal visitors. We came together after thirty-five years to a familiar place and put our differences and our pasts behind us. We touched and buried the demons that made us who we are and what we have become today because of them. We forgave one another for acts of betrayal. We talked, we cried, and we drank a lot of wine. We held onto one another and we laughed sometimes in a stupor for the lack of sleep. We did this until seven days passed.

These are a few things I leaned from this experience; incidentally, most of them are intrinsic of the Native American bat animal symbolism:
· Illusion
· Rebirth
· Dreams
· Intuition
· Initiation
· Journeying
· Inner Depth
· Communication

We were up early that last Saturday morning, our faces hurt from smiling, our throats sore from talking, our eyes red from the tears and lack of sleep (or was it from the burning sage and cigarette smoke?) After an emotional goodbye, we all went our separate ways hiding our tears behind our dark sunglasses and will ardently await our next reunion.


“It takes a while to earn the title “girl” friend and a lifetime to know its true meaning. But once this person enters your soul, she will walk forever beside you…”














3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Log cabins, wine, bats, bourbon, good food and more uncontrolable laughter then I can even begin to remember.

What is it that turns 4 middle aged responsable women into giggling/gitty little girls for 7 days ? I do believe it was a strainge combonation of bats, booze and brats!

I have found that sharing a bed with a "girl" friend after 35 years is something you never out grow. It turns you back into that little girl of dreams and hopes. Boy talk and giggles. Dreams and gitty talk about anything and everything.

The uncontrolable laughter...where the hell does it come from. I held my breath, I put my hand over my mouth, I covered my head with my pillow. I bured my head in the blankets, I took that deep breath...but there it was, that feeling rising up in me that just wouldn't give up ! It was great ! And better yet, it was contageous. I laughed to tears, I lost my breath, my jaws began to ack, and my ribs hurt for days. I want more !

How good it felt to become 17 again. To remember what it was like to love and share with that special friend I thought I had lost, but never forgot.

I will charish our 7 day adventure and renewal, and look forward to doing again next year.

There are many many stories in me from our 7 day vacation. And they will be writen when they are ready to be known. But for now I am very content to just remember the laughter of it all.....

I love ya girlfriend...and our time lost was for a reason. I'd like to think it made us stronger in oh so many ways.....

Monica said...

I love ya back! I couldn't have expressed my feelings about the week any better than you have! So, would you please just roll over and go to sleep! :)

Anonymous said...

It's an early Sunday morning. January 3, 2016. 3&1/2 years since our last getting together. I still hear that uncontrollable laughter that took my breath away. And without realizing puts that stupid grin on my face that at times has made people ask, "what the hell are you grin'n at"? I feel the joy of our friendship that took me back to being 17 again, and am proud of us both that it has stood the test of time. I can still taste the salt of tears and I thank God for it all. I play the CD you made of our week long adventure at least once a month, and for anybody that will take the time to watch it with me. The only regret of that week is that it wasn't longer.

A 1000+ miles apart, and you have coffee with in the mornings, watch the news with me in the evenings, and are felt in my soul with love and respect every day. Without realizing it you have always been my friend and I love you...

I've had trouble sleeping the last week or so. My body says go to sleep, you're pooped, but the mind spin's out of control with thoughts of "are you strong enough to do what you say you want"... It snowed here a few days ago. Everything is covered in that beautiful vision of white. Still untouched by footprints, dog crap, or dirt from the plows. I watched a pair of Cardinals eating at the feeder yesterday just before dusk. The male sat on a pine branch, his brilliant red feathers shown against the snow like fire in the sky...he was magnificent as he stood watch for his mate to eat. And then I remembered the day before...I shoveled snow and bitched about how much I hate the cold now. Not so much because it's "cold", but because of how the cold makes my hands hurt and how damn cold my feet were. It's that "love/hate" Michigan thing I guess. My latest question in my head is this...does everyone love there home state, or is it just a Michigan thing ? Or is it an "up north" thing. It doesn't rain for days/weeks, I don't get flooded out, we have all four seasons, even if they are sometimes late/early in coming and going. And then I remember all my life saying, "some day I'm going to put in my car everything I can, tie the snow shovel to the roof that car, and start driving south, and the first person who asks, 'what is that thing', is where I want to live". Did I mean it? I don't know anymore. There's not a damn thing holding me here anymore. I use to say, my mom and dad are still here, well they're both gone now. My son is in Tennessee...like that matters. My grandson is in college and living his life, as it should be. What the hell am I still doing here? And the man I'm in a relationship with...well lets just say it's gone about as far as it's going to go. Maybe it's the tree's, the woods. I find myself walking in the woods and feeling such peace there. I treasure the solitude of the woods. But at the same time hate living alone...I mean, I Really Hate It !! Who would have ever thought this independent, bullheaded, stubborn 61 year old grandma would every feel like this...? But I do...

I want to take a chance, take the dare, that first step. And it's scaring the life out of me. Something else I realized not long ago...I've never been alone. Never had to anything without knowing there was always someone there to fall back on. My dad, my brother, my grandpa, my husband, (all who have passed on) and one who I thought was a best friend, only to find out that to that friend, I was very much expendable. I have excepted that and in my own way have said good by to her and her family. I don't understand it, but I will in God's own time, and for now I except it and I will move past it.

ok, now that I've rambled on...it's 9:30 am. and I'm off to the grocery store...
I love you my friend.......