Adventures in Map-Making: Inner Compass
7 Nov 2013
I don’t talk about my faith very often here, although it’s very important to me. I am not opposed to talking about it, and I love reading what others write about their faith. It’s just that my faith is something that’s deep in my bones, something that doesn’t always lend itself to language. And I guess also I am just very cognizant that we’re all different, and we all have our own experience–it’s wonderful that my faith practice works for me, but I would never want anyone to think that I presume it would or should work in just the same way for them. It’s so important to me that everyone’s values be respected here, and my greatest hope is just that you come away from this space feeling love–that’s what it’s all about.
All that said, this is my faith in visual form. I have been participating in an Ignatian group at my church this year, and it’s been so amazing. I love the concrete practicality of this approach to faith, and the way it prizes the ordinary and the everyday. We’ve been working these past few months on our spiritual autobiographies. They can take any form at all (and it was incredible to share them–we all made such different and unique things!), but when someone mentioned a map, my ears perked up. I love maps so much, so I knew this was the way to go for me. I have been playing with watercolors and charcoal and colored pencils for weeks now, and today I finished my map. It’s a story of coming home. It’s a story of finding comfort and depth in unexpected places. It’s a story of being guided toward good things without even realizing it. It’s a story of an inner compass, one that’s always been with me, and one that always will.
This story is about being raised in a place of love and comfort, a place fragrant with the faith of my parents, and their parents, and their parents before them.
It’s about eventually feeling stifled by all that heavy air of mystery and tradition, and wondering if there might be something better across the sea. It’s about being welcomed into a place so completely different that it could not fail to thrill a wide-eyed girl.
It’s about running wild with newness in those early years, getting very involved in all the goings-on and the running of things, scoffing at the tradition left behind as stiff and dry. It’s about finding something deeply personal and deeply meaningful. But it’s also about slowly reaching a state of disillusionment and frustration with language that does not seem to mean what it once did. It’s about feeling disconnected from something held dear for many years. It’s about being in a desert and being frightened by that.
It’s about recognizing that maybe, just maybe, all that tradition and frippery left across the sea had a more profound meaning than I ever imagined. It’s about being homesick and being far, far from home. It’s about having a sense of “from” but not a sense of “to.” It’s about pushing a rickety boat with tattered sails into a stormy sea.
It’s about close calls with rocks in the sea and dragons under the waves. It’s about not being able to see the shore. It’s about being deeply unsure of self, of future, of present, of past.
It’s about unexpectedly landing in a place of peace and safety, and exhaling in tranquility for the first time in years. It’s about returning to a place I never knew I would, and finding that no one expected me to prove myself. It’s about discovering that the deeply personal and the deeply meaningful not only crossed the sea with me, but also grew here indigenously, with roots thick and strong, long before even my great-great-grandparents were a twinkle in anyone’s eye. It’s about equally unexpectedly, and totally improbably, meeting someone with his own story and his own faith to walk beside me. It’s about crossing over still waters and learning not to fear the journey anymore.
It’s about coming home. It’s about realizing that home was in my heart all along. It’s about realizing that my inner compass never led me astray, and that I was, I am, I will be, exactly where I need to be.

Nov 07, 2013 @ 04:31:47
I dare anyone to read this without crying. This is so very beautifully written, and for me, all the richer because I know and love the little girl who took the journey. I knew she’d make it home all along.
Nov 07, 2013 @ 13:08:32
Thank you so much, lovey. š It’s good to be home!
Nov 07, 2013 @ 04:35:07
lovely post! I was raised Catholic and although I struggle with many aspects of it, I have a personal faith journey that is rewarding for me. When I go to church I feel close to my mother and family who have gone before me and have so many memories wrapped up in culture and faith.
lovely art too btw!!
Nov 07, 2013 @ 13:09:56
Thank you! I am Catholic too, but it really took some time away for me to appreciate all the depth in the tradition of my family for generations and generations. I am so glad it has been a good journey for you too, and that you find peace and comfort there.
Nov 07, 2013 @ 05:07:06
What an incredible story map! I just wish you could have witnessed my sheer joy when I found out that you had made it back safely on your journey. And then to find out that I would get to walk you down that aisle I knew myself for you to join your life with someone who would then walk that journey with you always, joy to the power of infinity.
Nov 07, 2013 @ 13:11:03
I love you! It was wonderful, wasn’t it? I just looked through all of our wedding pictures this morning–what a treasure to be able to share that with you! Joy to the power of infinity indeed!
Nov 07, 2013 @ 05:15:23
I love the map!
Nov 07, 2013 @ 13:11:21
Thank you! It was my first real foray into watercolors: fun!
Nov 07, 2013 @ 11:00:53
What a powerful post, Cam. I had no idea you went to church, I guess maybe because you love Tori Amos š That’s wonderful you have a faith that is working for you, & dare I say, fueling your artistic passions!! xoxo
Nov 07, 2013 @ 13:13:22
Thank you so much! I do think it fuels it! Haha, I will love Tori no matter what! I don’t talk about it too much unless it comes up naturally–I just never want to be pushy! My faith is a quiet faith, but it runs deep:)
Nov 08, 2013 @ 06:28:53
Every time I read one of your posts, Cameron, I think: That’s it. She’ll never top this one. And that is what I am thinking now. Thank you for allowing us to experience a little bit of your journey with you! š
Nov 08, 2013 @ 08:08:12
Oh, thank you so much, Ellen! That is so sweet, and it means a lot to me, coming from a discerning reader such as yourself:) You have always been an inspiration to me spiritually, and it makes me so happy to think that you were patiently waiting there at the shore for me to come home. In other news, we are in Santa Barbara, and my main plan today is to go to a creative reuse store where you can just fill up a big bag for a few dollars: I wish you were here!! We must start planning our next rendezvous, my lovely one!