The Great Gift of the Bone Collector- Reclaiming The Lost Pieces of You!
Dearest sparkly being of light,
I woke up today contemplating the weather and happy to know I could take out my motorcycle for a spin. She is a beautiful Deluxe Softail Harley Davidson. Her name is Onyx, for the black stone of protection and on her is painted 3 ravens to acknowledge my faith in turning over my will and my life to the care of the Grand Organizing Designer, also known as Spirit, The Field, God, The Great Creator, Universe and once in a while Quantum Fred.
In perfect synchronicity I reached for The Enchanted Map oracle deck and pulled a card to help me decide what to write about and the Bone Collector appeared as my journey guide.
Her message is about loss, restoration and redemption and how we perceive ourselves when something happens to us to doubt our wholeness. It’s as if when we’re deeply wounded we lose a bone, like something is no longer true in the structure of our psyche and a goblin is born to remind us of our scars and flaws. As an oracle she speaks to us about how she collects these bones on our behalf and waits for us to be ready to reclaim them, and how the symbol of the bone reminds us that they are in their essence near impossible to destroy.
My decision to ride a Harley, is intimately bound to the power of the Bone Collector and her wisdom. I know motorcycle riding is not for everyone and some people think I’m nuts for doing it, or doing it to be cool. Yes I know it’s dangerous too. But I lost my power to choose what happened to my body when I was 19 in a violent incident that involved a group of men who happened to ride motorcycles.
For most of my life when I would see a motorcycle it would trigger a memory of shame and rebellion and remind me of the searing loss of dignity and choice.
It took me 33 years to get up the nerve to change that story. My husband was shocked and amused when I announced I wanted to ride considering I’m not the most graceful swan in the house.
When we first moved to Sedona Arizona there was a stunning aqua colored Harley Davidson motorcycle gleaming and sparkling on a hill with a for sale sign on it. I got as far as sitting on it and posing for a photo and Marc just shook his head in disbelief when I told him what I wanted to do.
But, I soon forgot all about it, losing my nerve and allowing the memory to recede into the repository of chickening out moments in the back of my over crowded mind.
Then we moved to New Hampshire. Lo and behold we moved around the corner from a Harley Davidson dealership! I drove by every day and knew I had to heal this last piece of my story.
I walked into the dealership telling Marc I wanted to buy a scooter- after all, that would be a start! But a few hours later I ended up on a super scooter—a 700 pound iron horse, and signed up for the riding course that weekend.
Yes I’ve dropped the bike, and even had a serious accident but those represent other parts of my life story and I have no regrets for their valuable essential lessons.
Today I ride as a symbol of empowerment and a restoration of my wholeness as a woman. I have no trigger at all anymore, no unresolved issues about men on motorcycles, and only feel compassion and pride for the part of me that is back and intact.
Marc has always ridden motorcycles and is thrilled that his wife is a safe and seasoned rider with whom he can share the journey in the wind.
I’ve done other rituals and created talismans to remind me that whatever has happened to me, there is a way to restore wholeness and symbolize the lesson but none as powerful (for me) as riding a Harley.
Still, I’m a careful and cautious rider so I don’t ride much where we live in Connecticut because of the traffic. I’m looking forward to moving to our farm up in Canada where those wide open spaces and rolling hills are calling for the rumble of my engine, the outstretched wings of my ravens and the bright sparkle of my helmet.
So what about you? Have you ever chose to do something as a ritual to reclaim a lost piece of you? Has anything happened to you in the past that caused you shame, or made you doubt yourself, your worth? Did you do anything later in life to reclaim it? I’d love to hear about it.
We are never broken. We can reclaim the lost pieces of ourselves and be restored to wholeness.
Nothing is ever lost and you can be set free from the prison of your past. The Bone Collector will lead you if you’re willing.