I’ve been hinting at my newfound love affair with a small, rural town in southeastern Colorado, and now here’s another piece of the puzzle. I have been given stewardship over an historic schoolhouse/church — along with the charge to convert the building into a community gathering spot/cafe/museum/visitor center/mercantile/you-name-it.
The benefactors who purchased the building and I have been working on our vision since we met last November, and on June 26-27 of this year, we held our first Open House and Flea Market fundraiser. Two guys from Texas rolled in on their motorcycles and then started their tiny camera rolling, too. Took me a while to “get” that the camera and mic were clipped onto the side of the guy’s helmet and he was taping me — and even longer to discover that he actually had uploaded the video to YouTube.
So here I am, raw and uncut, giving a tour of our building (and talking about plumbing a lot, it seems). There’s a lot more to this story, and I’ll be sharing it in dribs and drabs. Suffice it to say that I am responding fully to the Call of Creation, and in return, am finding what I’ve been seeking a long time.
The unfolding of this experience feels to me like the film Field of Dreams, or the 1960s Sidney Poitier film, Lilies of The Field. There’s a little bit of Chocolat and Fried Green Tomatoes thrown in there, too. We never know where we might find Home, but that doesn’t mean we should ever stop looking.