a complex structure in the inner ear that contains the organs of hearing and balance. It consists of bony cavities (the bony labyrinth ) filled with fluid and lined with sensitive membranes (the membranous labyrinth ).
I like these descriptions of a labyrinth; a difficult passage and a means of hearing and balance.
This lovely labyrinth is on the corner of 136 and Pine Ridge in Elizabeth next to the community gardens. (Take Elizabeth street to the end where it makes you turn left, it is one block down on your left.) There are no dead ends, it is not a maze, per se, but a lovely curving, rounding, focused trek to the center which is placed strategically upon an energy vortex (which is scientific and geological).
If one stands at the entrance with a question (for all answers are within us already) or intention, one will find as they make your way quietly, contemplatively, through the winding paths that the answer or clarity will be startlingly clear in the center. Peacefulness surrounds and the day is started much nicer or ended even nicer still by walking the labyrinth.
Right now is a waiting game (ugh, my favorite…) while we wait to see about the auction on our old house in Kiowa, the second interview for Doug, and what the universe has in store for us. This morning we go see a house in Elizabeth that is zoned commercial. If we can get it rezoned to mixed use (another waiting game!) it could be full of possibility. It is a darling home from 1883. The front of the house is set up like a store and the back has a kitchen and two other rooms and upstairs there are two quaint bedrooms under the eaves. No shower and I do not know how hard it would be to convince the town to change the zoning but my imagination goes wild upon entering the grounds. There is a large yard. I mean large, Friends. We could have a heck of an urban garden right on highway 86 in town!
My paintings are hanging at Grumpy’s coffee shop and I notice they are getting a little slim. One sold before I could get it hung up! I would like to paint and I have always wanted an art gallery. I have a new idea for an apothecary. Not one that has perfectly labeled bottles and exact ingredients and an online store but jars and spigots of single extracts where I can mix things for folks as they come in and offer teas and blends plus some fun creams and salves. Folks know me in town well enough now that I don’t have to have the perfect store front for herbal remedies; they can just come on in and get a custom blend for the ailment they have. I could also resume my homesteading classes, my herbal classes, and any other idea I come up with! I can sell my books as well. All while not leaving my home and farm. Makes the mind wander with possibility, doesn’t it?
Well before I start dreaming too much before my third cup of coffee, we better go see the inside first. I have been in there before visiting prior businesses but not with an eye for staying there. Who knows what is planned for us but in the meantime I wish I had a place to paint.
I have a fun tip for all of you to try your hand at drawing or painting that I learned in middle school. Turn a page out of a magazine or a photograph or anything you want to paint upside down and draw it. You will be amazed at how it turns out! When your mind stops telling you how it should look and you draw it how it actually looks your work will turn out brilliantly. This works great for photographs of people where your mind really wants to step in and boss your paint brushes around but once you flip that photo your hand has to draw it exactly as it is.
Well, my world is certainly upside down and my mind is still trying to tell me how it should look! Let’s see what the universe paints for me….
I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came up with another hair brained scheme. It would take awhile to institute it and I have no idea how to make it happen but I do have a dream of a type of supper club. Whether it be at a restaurant after hours or in our home once a month I can’t be sure. It would include no more than three tables, very romantic, beautiful music, set five course meal for one price. Wine pairings would be included and the meal would end with one of my daughter, Shyanne’s amazing baked confections. All housemade specialties, local and seasonal produce and ingredients, nothing artificial, everything perfectly seasoned and paired.
I am not sure how so much complexity and personas can be in one person. How can I be just as fascinated with being a mountain mama hermit as I am a high profile sommelier? I am as comfortable in long dresses and old fashioned aprons as I am in stilettoes and a pencil skirt. I love the entertainment of the city as well as the old farm truck and chickens in the country life. I am a talented herbalist, have learned from shamans over the years, love food and wine and entertaining as well as gardening and chickens too. I have taught, modeled, danced, and owned a quaint little shop. I devour Country Living magazine and Food and Wine magazine each month with the same intensity. Surely these things can all culminate into one lifestyle and profession? Which persona to choose? The vagabond hippie? The chef that carries truffle oil around everywhere? The music pastor? The shaman/herbalist? The food critic? The housewife hermit? Wouldn’t it be nice sometimes if we were a smidge simpler in design?
I was walking past a restaurant that is locally owned by a man that I have done farmer’s markets with for years. We started the same time, sold similar products for a time, quit our jobs at the same time, moved to the country at the same time, now he still does lots of markets and runs a restaurant. As with all the roving vendors at the market we had a bit of a love/hate relationship and hearty competitive nature as well as a reverent respect for each other’s craft.
Mark walked out of the restaurant and directly towards me and asked if I would like to cook at the restaurant. I said no because I heard he yelled.
“Are you going to yell at me?” I asked. He replied that he could not promise that he wouldn’t. I told him that I cry if yelled at then throw sh#t. (Maybe I have been watching too much Hell’s Kitchen.) He said fine. I also told him I would be the worst employee because I never know my daughter’s schedule until the last minute and don’t know when I would be able to work.