A little while ago Jim and I made the trek out to the East Coast for two purposes. One was to return a large cast iron cauldron that we had ordered which arrived cracked. We took it back to the foundry to have it replaced with one that was not cracked. The guy who packed it at the foundry just couldn’t imagine how it could have been cracked… Personally, I suspect that it left the foundry that way and they were hoping that we wouldn’t notice until it was too late for us to make them do anything about it. But UPS could have dropped it during shipping, which would not be surprising since it was in a box that was labelled “HEAVY” but even a person who was expecting “heavy” might have been surprised by the 87 lbs…
It isn’t the largest cauldron ever, either. It is only a 12 gallon sized, and they come all the way up to 60 gallons and more, some large enough to scald a whole pig. I don’t know how you carry around a 60 gallon cast iron cauldron, actually.
The other reason for the trip was to visit the grandchild, who really represents a huge fork in our road. He is developing in a most satisfactory way, thanks to the excellent parenting he is receiving. I surely do wish we lived closer to that beautiful little family, but Skype helps. One of the things that made the odyssey totally worth it? Getting to see this:
Another vision that really “made” the trip was this sign:
This road has a serious identity crisis. Not only does it not know what it’s number is, it doesn’t really know what direction it is going either. Or possibly, it is all things to all people and going every direction at once.
Sometimes, I feel like that road sign could be the icon for my life. Like most people, I struggle with the questions “Who am I?” and “Where am I going?” “What is my purpose?” “What is really important in my life?” “Where is my place in the world?”
I do know my purpose, what I was put here on Earth to do, and that is to touch people and help them find the path to healing. My work as a massage therapist has been doing that for well over 20 years now, and it has brought me peace and prosperity. It has led me to connections with people that are deep and meaningful. Recently I attended a class in California featuring Neuro-Muscular Reprogramming. That re-connected me to Jocelyn Olivier and the Alive and Well School of Massage, the place where my training began. Watch this space, you will hear more about NMR, which is a profound healing technique that I am anxious to master. I see clearly that it is a fork in my massage road I am going to walk down, far down, and ultimately it will add longevity and depth to my massage career.
So that is one thing I am. I am also a gardener…
I like to create things, notably I am working on a quilt right now. It is a bargello design called “Supernova.” (This is a pattern I found in a book by Eileen Wright, which I have been thoroughly enjoying.) I’m 75% done with the piecing.
I am also a labyrinth tender:
That “identity” has led me to connections as well. My labyrinth is listed on the World Wide Labyrinth Locator, which brings strangers into my life from far away and turns them into friends. Just a couple of days ago I was visited and interviewed by a woman who is visiting and writing about labyrinths in all 50 states. I may or may not show up in her book. After all, she may meet a better candidate than I am for her writing about this state. Anyway, she had lived in Alaska for ten years and brought me a beautiful rock from the Mendenhall Glacier area of Juneau. We had a thoroughly enjoyable visit.
There are no forks in a labyrinth, there is simply one path. You begin at the beginning, follow the path through its twists and turns, and eventually you reach the center.
Sort of like life, actually.