While traveling last week I spent a couple of days in the mountains for business and pleasure. I'm very happy that I packed every article of warm clothing I own, too, because while we were there it was below freezing most of the time. I brought my camera so I could snap some pics wherever we went, and hoped to see something special while we were on the road. Before this trip I'd arrived at another of those forks in my creative life, and I wanted the universe to point me in the right direction.
You know that saying about being careful what you wish for, right? Yeah. I forgot how painfully valid that one can be.
Reckless wishes aside, we had a wonderful trip, and all I'd planned went off without a single hitch. The hotels where we stayed were comfortable, the locals friendly, and we had some great meals on the advice of friends (an enormous and delicious country meal, gratis Shiloh Walker) and the hotel staff (Emmy, I had the best seafood cannelloni ever that night, thanks again.)
We enjoyed all the towns we visited, but Nature provided the most thrills. My kid finally got to see snow for the first time in her life, and promptly built not one but two snowmen. We spent an entire day walking through forests of ice-gilded trees, sitting beside sparkling waterfalls that sang to us, and peering up in awe at towering cliffs of ancient stone. Everywhere I saw the poetry of Robert Frost, the humor of Bill Bryson, and the art of Andrew Wyeth. I'm a beach girl at heart, but if there is real magic in the world, some of it is in the majesty of the mountains.
The great GPS of the universe never offered a direction for me, however, so on the last day in the mountains I let that go, stopped looking and simply enjoyed myself. We drove up almost a mile into the clouds, stopping now and then to take a few last pictures from the van before we headed for home. One spot offered the most breathtaking view of all; the mountains fading off into what looked like a painting. I had to get out and walk out onto a ledge to get some better shots, and there it was, waiting for me: a sign.
The universe took me literally, as it was an actual sign, stuck in the ground. Everyone who visited the spot probably thought it was charming, but there was something on that sign meant quite the opposite to me.
When you're standing on the edge of a cliff five thousand feet up you don't expect to be confronted by a reminder of the most hateful thing ever done to you. I couldn't quite believe it at first, not in that beautiful place, not when I'd been so happy, and certainly not at this point in my life. Maybe throwing that in my face was the universe's idea of a tasteless joke; I didn't know. To say I was pole-axed is an understatement.
I tried to collect myself. I knew exactly how long and hard I'd worked to forgive and forget this, this thing that had hurt me so much, and put it behind me, and move on. To see it displayed on that sign brought it back, though, in all its ugliness. For a moment I felt as if the universe was laughing in my face, dangling it in front of me, as if daring me to do something about it. Other than pray, you see, I never have.
As I looked away I saw there was something else there, right beside the sign:
Someone had left these lovely, delicate roses in the crook of a tree. It was six degrees below freezing and yet they were the color of warm cream, as fresh and perfect as if they'd just been taken a few moments before from a hothouse. I can't explain how they got there. My guess is they were left by a new bride visiting the mountain top, or someone remembering a loved one they'd lost. Whoever put them there couldn't have known the deep personal meaning roses have for me. In my life they've always been like heralds of hope and love and beauty. Roses brought me and my guy together. I grow them, I write about them, I paint them -- I even named my daughter for them. To see them right there, at that precise moment, seemed as completely unreal as that awful sign.
Then I got it. I went looking for a sign from the universe on what direction I should take, and in truly bedevilling fashion it delivered two. Two choices, two paths to take -- and as I realized this, somehow I also knew that in choosing one I would lose the other forever.
It wasn't a tough decision. The moment I saw those roses, they were all that mattered to me. They were what I wanted in my life, the beauty that had been left for me to find. That basic truth made accepting the roses as my sign so simple. Embracing the roses life brings me in some way or another has always been my wish, my dream -- and now, my reality. As for what was taken from me, there is no more forgiving or forgetting; no more hurt. That ugliness is finally gone from my life now, for good. I left it behind on the mountain with those roses, right here:
I can't tell you why this happened or exactly what it means for my future; part of the journey is discovering that along the way. I can tell you this: in the mountains I found roses and healing and true peace, and I'm grateful to whoever or whatever left them for me.
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Posted by the author at 12:00 AM
Labels: inspiration, the path of roses, the writing life
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Ok, this just got me all teary.ReplyDelete
Beautiful trip, Lynn.
Thanks, Raine. I blinked through a couple myself, that day.Delete
That was so beautiful and moving, I'm all teary just like Raine. Those amazing moments of true peace and understanding are so few and far between they need to be cherished and held close. I'm so glad you found the strength in those lovely roses to let go and move on.ReplyDelete
Whoever left the flowers will never know what they meant to you, and perhaps will never understand quite why she left them there at all.ReplyDelete
Wonderful that you saw them, though. Rest assured they were meant for you.
I'm so happy the Universe sent you the message you needed to receive and that you were open enough to heed it.ReplyDelete
wow. thanks for sharing this!!!ReplyDelete
:-) I'm glad the universe offered you a sign, and a choice. That's wonderful. :-) Good luck, and all the best on the journey.ReplyDelete
I'm so teary eyed I can barely see to type.ReplyDelete
And I'm so happy for you!
That is a truly beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it, and enjoy the journey!ReplyDelete
Roses beat signs of old nastiness any day. Glad you found the choice easy!ReplyDelete
I'll take roses.ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing that moment with us.ReplyDelete
It's a powerful reminder to look, and listen.
Beautiful! I'm so glad you saw both signs and made the right choice.ReplyDelete
I've missed checking in with you these past few months - though I'm mostly a lurker anyway ;) - but I had to let you know how beautiful this was. Thank you for sharing something so personal. What a beautiful experience.ReplyDelete
Lisa R. (and yeah, those are my cats in the title - what can I say, I'm a pet blogger! *grin*)