There is an historic, soul-filled, beautiful, simply-kept meetinghouse for Quakers - actually, for anyone - to worship located off of Old
Fallston Rd. It sits back from the road, surrounded by green-
ness...there is a small
cemetery out back...a separate building - an original schoolhouse - hosts the children's program...and the library (my favorite room) houses the hard-backed, musty-paged writings of those moved by the Spirit. Today was our first visit and, as usual upon entering a place where Friends gather, I felt completely at home.
I thought I had to rely on a move across country or another person to create a sense of safety in my life, along with the feeling of being warmed & welcomed. At 10:30 this morning, I realized I have been mistaken.
In 1994, I left Maryland. No, I escaped from Maryland. Had I not had the sense to leave behind toxic individuals and negative circumstances, I would be 6-feet under with a tombstone that reads...Wasted Away...rising above wilted flowers and faded American flags at its base. Not only was I killing myself, I was allowing others to pull me into a grave. As I drove alone along Rt. 70 West toward Colorado, I promised myself a fresh start, a cleanse from all of the horrible things that had happened to that point, and a new life which focused on blossoming emotionally and spiritually.
Certainly, I made my share of mistakes when I settled in the Boulder area. But, I was so fortunate to be surrounded by this amazing group of diverse people...in hindsight they were mentors, educators, spirit-guides, friends. Several of them are still in my life.
I was still facing my demons, though- change doesn't happen overnight...a lesson in patience and
perseverance! Over the next 16 years, for various reasons - a marriage, an illness, job opportunity - I relocated back and forth - MD to CO, CO to MD - six times. And each time, I felt myself growing in a positive way...I was becoming stronger in all areas of my life and finally felt as though I had made my way to the life-path I not only wanted to be on, but believed I was expected to be on. The only lingering concern that I allowed to keep
traipsing through my mind was that I didn't feel rooted...I didn't know where I belonged. Finally, I made the decision that a move back home would be best for everyone.
Lately, however, I began to question that choice. In the form of some friends (if I inserted "
facebook" prior to the word friends would that be somewhat funny or a bit warped?) I was greeted by some unwelcome visitors...anger, dishonesty, betrayal, lust, insecurity, self-hate...characters I spent most of my adult lifetime trying to keep away from my heart... and now, I have more motivation to keep them at bay - my children.
In tears this week, I wondered how I could have gotten so far off-track in such a short period of time...how I could let the struggles and disillusions of others knock me down. People offered their opinions...you need to stop caring so much about others, you're a nut, you need to lighten up, you just need to party- have some fun, you're too nice so you'll never survive here alone. I didn't have my filter going, so I was taking all of this - and more negatives - in. And I started feeling
overwhelmed, lost, and insecure.
So, I went back to the source of everything good.
As we made our way through the meetinghouse entryway - the door of which was kept completely open throughout the morning - we were silently greeted by the smiling eyes and nods of those already seated. The windows were open, too, and there was a slight breeze making its way across the stillness of the room. Lucas laid across my lap, my one arm cradling him as he held tight to his stuffed dog, Bowie. My other arm was wrapped around Elsa, who had snuggled up next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. While closing my eyes, I inhaled a slow, deep breath and thanked the Divine for bringing me to this place. In that instant I felt warmth and a deep peace...the safety of love...my welcome home gifts from God.