Monday, June 27, 2011

This summer...

This summer John and I with the help of our son, Matt, are operating two organic peach and veggie stands in south Austin.  I’m as surprised as you are.

Almost 20 years ago, John and I, and for a period of time with the help of our son, Matt, managed a little motel and restaurant near Big Bend/Terlinqua, Texas.  I was shocked to find myself there as well.  There is a common theme and thread in both these experiences…hard physical work, with periods of rest and dormancy.  Not to mention the heat.

Since June 1, I have been sitting five days a week under a canopy tent, beneath a shade tree, in a comfy chair with a cooler of water, reading a compelling novel in between serving customers who want fresh food.  I place the peaches, tomatoes, squash, onions and okra into a brown paper bag and hand them to my neighbors …folks who live in far south Austin.  Some of them hang around long enough to tell me stories.

I don’t need a college education to do this; no certificate, credentials, or years of experience.  I just need a hat and an apron with large pockets.  The hardest part is adding up small amounts in my head and making correct change.  We will not get rich this summer. 

Here’s the part that fascinates me:  I love it.  It reminds me of those glorious days in Terlingua when I cleaned motel rooms, waited tables, provided hospitality to folks who had driven a long, long way to get to us.  We were out of the mainstream, out of the rat race.  Time slowed way, way down.

If you have not yet tried it, stepping off the ladder and stepping out of the whirlwind, I highly recommend it.  If you'd like a taste, come set with me a spell.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Anyone inside?

The Inner Guidance group gathered for the first week last Tuesday.  What cool folks!

So, here is an observation.  My Inner Guide (Teacher, Voice, Muse) rarely tells me what to do, as in take an action.  More often I am prompted to adjust my thinking.  Invariably, the adjustment is soooo much kinder than where I had been heading!

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Post-retreat musings

The May retreat with the women from Galveston has come and gone.  What a lucky lady I am! I had almost forgotten how rich an experience it is to "step out" of our daily life with others who share the conscious intent of exploring where truth might take us.

Just as when I sit down to compose a SpiritSpeak poem I NEVER have a clue what will be revealed, the same is true of each and every retreat.  I walk in clueless.  Slowly, or sometimes rapidly, the individuals attending the retreat coalesce into an intentional group, with a shared purpose.  Truth begins to reveal herself.

I see my role as providing the context.  I imagine myself saying, "here is the container we will work within.  What do you want to put in it?"  Most often, none of us fully appreciate how deep the container is; how much it will hold.

So, the women from Galveston came and changed my life.  I will never be the same.  Every contemplative retreat I've ever facilitated has smoothed a few more of my rough edges, opened my heart a tad wider, and offered me yet another lesson in Love.  How cool is that?