I suddenly
noticed that while I had put up pics of my trip to Ireland last year, I had no
images of Australia on this blog. I have remedied that with some shots taken on
my travels around this awe-inspiring continent.
I
still have the map I came here with in 1987. It’s a little fragile along the
folds but I still mark on it every new road I travel. I have to confess to
having a great love of maps and the skill of map reading. Unlike the ubiquitous
satnav (advertised here as a great present for mother’s day– cos hey what woman
of child-bearing age knows how to locate a grid reference?!), a map helps us to
position ourselves in the bigger picture. It allows us to see beyond the
quickest route and choose a more ambient journey or perhaps get side-tracked to
experience something new.
The
satnav encourages unquestioning acceptance of instructions, even when it is
obviously wrong, and emphasises the importance of destination rather than the
journey. A map, in contrast, helps us to zoom out a little and place things in
context, and life in so many ways is about context. For instance the contextual
framework of any communication is imperative in order to glean meaning. Our
personal story, our cultural understanding and soul history all help define the
prism through which we act, react and make our choices to heal and grow. If we
cannot see how we got to where we are in this moment, how can we be sure of the direction in
which we are heading? If we hand over responsibility to something or someone
who does not know or indeed care anything about us can we be surprised when
things go wrong? Oh yeah sure we can always blame the satnav/boss/system when
we find ourselves continually hitting dead-ends, going round in circles or
parked precariously on a precipice, but deep down we know there was another
voice we ignored. The one urging us to “Stop, get your bearings”; Slow down and
read the signs”; “Proceed with Caution – there might be a better way”.
Apologies
for the pile-up of driving analogies!