Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Solitude in the Face of Fear


    White mist hovers over the lake as the sun breaks through the morning horizon. Leaves, starting to appear on the limbs of the trees that hug the shore, give proof of spring. Soon my clear view of the blue water will be replaced by green. The temperature is cool with a hint of warmth that will arrive later in the day. The fresh mountain air begins to revive me as I sit on the deck with a cup of hot tea.
     I come to this cabin to escape my life. I am physically isolated and it symbolizes the bigger picture of being alone in the world. As an extravert, I don’t “ do alone” well, but I am determined to learn. My life has made a drastic turn and I am working hard to keep up. I fear this loneliness. I have conquered my past fears and I believe this one can be overcome as well.
     Years ago, a quote caught my eye Go towards your fears, for that is where you will grow. I grew up afraid of heights so at the age of 20, I parachuted out of a Cessna single engine plane. Another time, I dogsledded in Alaska to get over my aversion to cold weather. I spent two nights on the Yukon trail at 20 below. When my glass of wine became slushy, I knew that nothing would ever be that cold again.
     I decided to tackle this new situation in the same way, head-on. I rented a mountain cabin in Cashiers for a year. When my kids are with their father for a week a month, I seek peace in this isolated retreat. I force myself to spend days in seclusion. I knew I could find solitude, the joy of being alone. The unexpected gift is a profoundly deeper relationship with God. He shows up in amazing ways, just when I need him the most. I begin to read, meditate, and take long hikes with my dog Oscar. God speaks to me through the space that is often filled with busyness. His presence surrounds me and I begin to write. His thoughts inspire me and guide my fingers across the page. I began to see the blessings of my broken-heart. I open myself to Him and He honors my vulnerability.
    Studying Jesus’s life and how He often withdrew to be with His Father, I realize that retreat is vital to deepening a relationship with our Creator. It is challenging to find space, but absolutely necessary for growth. If Jesus needed frequent time with Our Father, then how much more do I need?  While being in the quiet, I receive clarity and the big picture is revealed. By Jesus’s example, I have found a way to connect and this knowledge encourages me.
     Running towards my fear was a success. Since those early weeks in the mountains, I’ve traveled to Europe on my own. Traveling with companions is still my first choice and I frequently make trips with my kids and friends, though I see the value of solitary travel where life is experienced in unique ways. And the bonus: God shows up every time.





                 






                    This Cabin on Lake Glenville, 
                       near Cashiers,  North Carolina
                             was my refuge for a year. 
                        A place to heal and a place filled 
                      with many memories 
                     that I will cherish always.