Today I was at the counter cutting up potatoes for a soup I was attempting to prepare - I say attempting because in the end that which I took so much time in preparing was ruined for reasons that I don't feel like elaborating on at this moment.
Anyway, as I was cutting the potatoes I was focused and soon began to get lost in the process. I could hear Summer in the back round chattering about something that I knew was directed at me but couldn't hear over the other noises that were going on around me. At this same moment the dog was scratching at the door to get back inside. I knew that his feet were full of mud and I would have to stop my meal preparation to go outside and wash his feet off before I could allow him inside.
All at once through all the commotion I felt myself drawn into the potato I was cutting. The potato became animated and for a moment became another entity that spoke to me. It said....."You are not suppose to be here cutting me up, wiping that dogs feet or tending children so why are you here?????."
Well, I can tell you why I am here. I am here because I have been doing what I'm not suppose to be doing for so long that I don't even know what it is I am suppose to be doing.
All I know is that at this moment in time my family, friends, and life are very important to me no matter what decisions that I have made previously that deterred from my soul's destination.
For right now, I will tend the child, wipe the dog's feet and prepare mundane meals that may or may not ever end up on the table...
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Oh, my dear friend, I was in the same frame of mind when I lived in New Jersey for eight years. It was not my happiest time, but my family and friends, and (as always) my photography kept me in check. Then we moved on with our lives and now live in a small town outside a big city. My wife loves her work, I like mine -- both the photographing and teaching -- and my daughter is happily married and living/working nearby. If you had ask me in 1980 where life would take me, I would probably have said I was content in Austin. Little did I expect nor know where life would lead, but it did lead to somewhere else. You just never know.
ReplyDeleteDid you ever drop acid when you were a teenager? That could explain the Mr. Potato Head hallucination...
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