I have received
so many emails and private messages from my last post, it is surprising!
Mostly people are sharing back some aspect of their journey with me... it sparked memories and feelings from their lives and
histories. It's wonderful. And it prompts me to carry on here.
I've had a little bit of time to reflect back on the last 20 years of my travels and my life. There is a box sitting on my bookshelf and it is filled with little treasures that I've collected over those years on my travels. It has occurred to me that I would like to find a special box to host these items. My first thought, seeing as I live on the west coast and call this home now, was that it might be nice to have a bentwood box, crafted by a local artisan from a west coast First Nation. I've always loved and admired the concept and the craftsmanship and meaning, and I have photographed and drooled over more than I can count over the years.
So
I started looking online. The first stop naturally was to look to
Lattimer Gallery but then I came across some other interesting boxes on eBay. It
seems that bentwood boxes are also a traditional art form made by
craftspeople in Norway. I also happened to be looking through old
family photos that afternoon, and one of my maternal grandmother was sitting
out on the coffee table. Grandma was adopted, and we know very little about her
background, other than her parents were far too young, and they were
from Norway.
What
actually happened in Jordan is quite manageable. It's manageable
because I have incredible friends there who helped me, the body heals,
and I'll be fine. Jordan was one of the most remarkable trips I've had. I
recommend it highly.
What's
really important for me to reflect on is what happened metaphorically, metaphysically,
on that journey. A switch flipped. That physical experience I had opened
an important pathway. While on holiday there I started to take a
parallel journey inward... and now that I'm home, I can really start
this new sojourn.
No comments:
Post a Comment