The Orphan manifests as either the Exile or the Rebel, and I have strong tendencies for both manifestations, but the one that's rising to the surface first is clearly the Exiled Orphan, that part of me wandering in search of home and that deeper sense of belonging. . . . the part of me who feels perpetually alone in the world. . . .without home. . . .without a safe harbor to retreat to. . . .and without any hope of every finding that which I so desperately seek.
When my Exiled Orphan brought me to the canyon nearly two and a half years ago, my life had just been pulled out from underneath me, and I needed a place to let the dust settle for a while (which it has). What I didn't know then was that having the rug pulled out from beneath me was going to only be the beginning, as there was still much more of my life that needed to crumble away before I would begin to find my bearings.
But I am honestly starting to feel grateful for how my life has fallen apart around me, because I can sort through the pieces much more easily this way, and when I move on from here I will be a different person all together, and I mean that in the most wonderfully positive way that I can. My Exiled Orphan may have been the archetypal force that delivered me to the canyon, but it will be a different archetype who leads me to the home I will create for myself and all of my little exiled orphans within. . . .lol.
It is a wonderful thought, that I can be my own hero and create the home of love and warmth that my little exiled orphans have craved and longed for through the long, slow years. . . .sort of like my own personal orphange. . . . the spiritual house I have personally been granted deed by God :)