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Letting the island take care of me

in 0-Library, Healing, Island Life, Spring

trilliumsI wasn’t in a hotel in New York last night, drinking Cosmopolitans with my Tarot friends.  Instead I was inside a fragrant handbuilt sauna in the woods, sweating away the week’s anxieties and toxins . . . then stepping outside to cool off under a canopy of evergreens and the clear starry sky beyond, listening to a frog song symphony punctuated by the hoots of barred owls.

This is what I meant when I said to myself after deciding to cancel my trip to New York (because my ailing father begged me not to go):  “I’m just going to stay home and let the island take care of me.”

Friday nights have become “girls’ night in” lately.  I’ve been getting together with a few island girlfriends for conversation, wine and Baileys, a little looking at vacation photos, a little reading of Tarot cards, a little polishing of toenails, and lots of nourishing sister-time.  Last night Michele invited us up to the sauna that her partner built some twenty years ago.  She had everything prepared before we arrived: wood stove stoked and cheerily radiating heat, candles lit, tub of cold water awaiting the adventurous.  Colleen brought scarlet tulips, which she left in the anteroom; they opened wide by the end of the evening from the heat.  Wanda brought mud she had gathered from a high riverbank in eastern Washington. We slathered it on our faces and let it dry as we cooled off on the sauna’s porch. Back inside by firelight, we looked like wild women with mud on our faces, something primal and powerful. Wanda put some Devil’s Club root she’d gathered into the water on top of the woodstove.  Each time we opened the door we breathed in the pungent fragrance.  It felt antiseptic, cleansing.  (I wasn’t surprised to learn that Devil’s Club flower essence speaks to lifting one’s burdens, transforming “thorns into healing balm.”)  Colleen read us a children’s story about singing to the sun each morning. I remembered the first sweat lodge I ever did, about twenty years ago in the hills above Santa Barbara, and how I felt reborn when I crawled out to a starry sky and a mug of sage tea.

When Michele first led us on the path through the woods to the sauna it was still daylight, even though it was after 8 PM (oh, these longer days!).  We were delighted to discover the ground right around the sauna filled with trilliums, those quintessential Northwest harbingers of spring.  I felt like I was approaching a hermitage, a shrine, an oratory.  And so it was.  Sacred time, sister time, time of the Trillium, who embodies the mystery of three-times-three.

Back home I fell asleep satiated with peace and joy, and woke still filled to the brim.  Thank you, sisters.  Thank you, sacred island.  Blessed be.

Thoughtful, sparkling comments. . .

  • Debbie Lake Sat - Apr 22nd 2006 8:09 pm

    Wow Joanna, I think I’m coming to see you so the island can take care of me too! You might not be enjoying the Cosmopolitans but this sure sounds like a marvelous substitute.

  • Cate Sun - Apr 23rd 2006 5:26 am

    Joanna, this was a rare treat, and I thank you for it. Is there room on your beautiful island for another lover of wild ways? Brightest blessings, Cate

  • Wildgoddess Sun - Apr 23rd 2006 10:50 am

    What a wonderful, beautiful experience! While cosmos & the city have their place (lol), I think your island was definitely the better choice. 🙂 I can’t wait to see the Northwest one day…it sounds so perfectly magickal! 🙂

  • kris Mon - Apr 24th 2006 8:03 am

    Wow, this sounds amazing — transformational and cleansing! Believe me, we don’t have experiences like what you’ve described here in NYC (much as I wish). It sounds like you made the right choice. Plus you get to avoid a Cosmo-induced hangover. 😉

  • JLB Thu - Apr 27th 2006 8:46 am

    What a lovely post, and what beautiful trilliums! Sounds like a wonderful Earth Day indeed!

  • Jaspenelle Fri - Apr 28th 2006 10:30 am

    O trillums, one of my favorites. Sounds like the island definitely did its job taking care of you…