The Door of Ravens

The Door of Ravens

You chose the door carved with watchers.

Ravens do not flutter without purpose.
They observe.
They remember.
They return.

This is a door of knowing.

The cottage may seem small to some — tucked into the trees, warmed by candlelight — but do not mistake intimacy for insignificance. Power does not always live in castles. Sometimes it lives in quiet places, where wisdom is tended carefully and shared only when earned.

If you chose this door, you are not lost.

You are perceptive.

There is something around you that others may not yet see. A pattern forming. A truth rising. A subtle shift in the air. Ravens appear when it is time to trust your own discernment.

Not everything needs to be spoken.
Not every insight needs validation.

You are allowed to move quietly.
You are allowed to protect your energy.
You are allowed to know more than you explain.

This door opens to self-trust.

To the understanding that you have learned from every season you have survived.

To the quiet confidence of someone who no longer seeks constant reassurance.

The ravens are not a warning.

They are a reminder.

You are wiser than you realize.

And you are guarded by more than you can see.