Between the shores of Ise au Haut and Vinalhaven lies a very old island. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, a small hole in the ocean floor erupted with volcanic magma. The magma cooled and volcanic rock was formed. Years went by and eventually the little Maine island was formed from the volcanic remains. Deep black rocks defined the shore, making it difficult for boats to anchor, difficult to access the beautiful unspoiled land. The seasons changed, the waves came in, the waves came out. The burning sun would shine, the howling wind would blow. Vicious storms would grace the tiny island tearing through it’s rocky beach and tender pines. The frigid winter brought frozen, crashing, white waves and the heat of the summer clashed with thunder and lightning. The black stones of this once volcanic island remained, suffering through all of the elements. Make your way to the beaches of this island today and you will find a sprawling carpet of black, soft, smooth, glistening stones. Hard to believe. After all of the tumbling, crashing, twirling, freezing, drowning. These stones have been through absolute hell…and are all the more beautiful because of their experience. Such is life. Hell happens, but beauty can prevail.
The Lost Kitchen, LOST? Far from it. When the bumps in the road are beyond control, FIND a different route. The walls of that beautiful building need not dictate my ability to share my love for cooking. I’ve got my hands, I’ve got my heart, I’ve got my mind and many visions. Walls? Who needs em!? You Can’t Keep a Good Girl Down. The storm has been weathered, beauty is prevailing. I have found another route.
Stay tuned. Beautiful things to come…
Life presents us with challenges each and every day. They can come in the form of small frustrations, in which we can sometimes remind ourselves….step back for a brief moment, take a deep breath…pause…then carry on. And then there are rare moments within our lives, so trying, so difficult, so painful, they take us to our knees. We’ve met our match, hit our wall, we can’t simply carry on. Thats when it’s time to “go deep”: to take time for deeper breaths, a longer pause, a larger commitment to dig into the scary self truths that got us face to face with this difficult time.
I went deep. Real deep. In desperate need for a change of perspective, in search for a new way of thinking, a new outlook, new patterns and behaviors. No one ever promised life was easy, relationships were anything but complex, and that restaurant business was anything different. Life, relationships, work…unpredictable, complex and challenging…yet beautiful, intricate and rewarding. So often we get caught up in the hustle and bustle of our day in and day out that it can feel impossible to take time out to get in touch with ourselves. And I’m no different. I’ve have earned a great track record of running myself ragged into the ground with work, becoming increasingly imbalanced in so many areas of my life. I continually pushed all of the imbalance deeper and deeper as I was too busy with life to “deal” with it. It accumulated, festered and grew until I could no longer deny it. Life needed to be “dealt” with.
I opened my eyes, opened my ears, opened my heart, and what I learned has changed my life. I leaned about how to find the courage to face my fears and how to accept all of the things I cannot change. I discovered how to forgive and let go, over and over again. I taught myself how remain in the present, acknowledge my thoughts and emotions, and discovered that I could control my reactions. I practiced the notion of radical acceptance and began to feel the tremendous weight that I had been carrying around obliviously for so long begin to lift. The demanding, 18 hour, blood, sweat and teary filled work days at The Lost Kitchen drove me to finally “find” myself. I found that things were not actually falling apart, the pieces were just falling into place…
Now, I remind myself when I think I know someones story, I just might not. When I see a smile, it doesn’t mean there isn’t pain hiding behind it. We all have delicate pages behind the thick covers we sometimes display. Take the time, take the courage, to open that heavy cover, read the delicate stories of your own life to yourself, with great care and deep acceptance. As I begin my journey to ascending to the surface, I look so forward to returning home and to The Lost Kitchen, happier, healthier, found. I can’t wait to take a big, deep breath of salty, sweet Maine air, in my very favorite season, spring…the season of new beginnings. See you soon!
Much Love & Gratitude to You All,