Message d'une Batte

My first night it Scotland, I stayed at Newbold house, a big beautiful Victorian mansion near the Findhorn community. I had a lovely big room for 4 all to myself, as I arrived a day early for the workshop. After a lovely shower I crawled into bed early- I’d been traveling for almost 24 hours with the overnight flight to London and the 9 hour train ride to Forres. 

Newbold house is set back from the road, surrounded by their extensive organic gardens and a community wood. It’s not only quiet, but peaceful. I snuggled into bed gratefully, and although it took me some minutes to relax and adjust to the strange noises old houses invariably make, I slept soundly and well.

When I woke up in the morning, I discovered I had a roommate- there was a brown bat clinging to the curtains at the window across from me. It was a bright morning, and he was nicely asleep between two folds in the heavy fabric. I immediately took a picture to share with Andrew before getting dressed and informing the staff.

Everyone was very excited, and I gave permission for the staff and guests to troop through my room and check him out before he was caught and moved to the attic for the rest of the day. It was fun to see how excited everyone was, but I didn’t think much more of it. Welcome to Scotland.

Last night, I was lying in bed reading. It was late and the only light was the wall lamp beside my bed. I was hearing some new noises- this house is very quiet because in a stone house, there is not a lot of parts to creak or shift at night. I listened, but couldn’t place the sounds, but assumed maybe some kids were moving around the path behind the house- they had been there other nights. So I went back to reading.

And then a bat flew into my room. He flew in towards the light, and then swooped out and down the stairs again. While I lay there startled he did this 3 times before disappearing down the stairs and then there was silence. I got up and shut my door so I wouldn’t have to think about him flying around me while I was sleeping, but of course I couldn’t quit thinking about him. Why is it that a bat showed up on the first day of my ‘soul journey’ and on the day I decided it was time to go home? I feel like it was a sign that this was indeed the right move.

This morning I looked up the symbolism of the bat. All the websites I consulted listed these meanings: Illusion, Rebirth, Dreams, Intuition, Initiation, Journeying, Inner Depth, and Communication. Hmmm. Pretty much exactly what this trip has been about.

I don’t expect to find any bats in my attic-less Kanata townhome, but you can be inviting the energy and lessons he brings to come home with me as I continue my journey of Becoming.