By John McCurdy
Published in the July 2014 Shaumbra Magazine
In late May I left the place where I spent a wonderful month-long personal retreat in the backwoods of North Carolina, grateful to my Shaumbra host and feeling eager to be on the road again in my camper-van home. All I knew about my next destination was that I needed to stop for a few days in Asheville, after which I would head north and west to visit some friends and family before getting back to Colorado in time for the June Shoud. But like the saying goes, if you want to make God (Self) laugh, just make a plan!
After a few wonderful days in Asheville I figured I’d seen what I needed to see, so I stowed my motorcycle, hooked up the trailer, and headed out of town. But as I approached the ramp to the west-bound freeway some thought grabbed the attention of my mind, and the next thing I knew I had sailed right past my turn and was headed in the wrong direction. Surprised and a little disoriented I pulled off at the next exit, wondering what had just happened and what it meant. I stopped for a while to eat lunch and see if some new clarity would come. Was something guiding me to stay in Asheville? Or to go in some other direction?
After a couple hours and no new insights I headed west again, over the mountains and then north through Tennessee. And I started feeling more and more depressed and getting more and more stuck in confusion and worry. What am I doing? Where does this journey end? When do I start my “real” work? What happens if my van breaks down? And down and down I spiraled… Continue reading