Tuesday, October 29, 2013
You just never know what interesting information one can glean at the beauty salon. Last week, while getting my hair colored (yes, I get help!), there was a lively discussion about a local attraction near my home called "Cornfusion." I had seen the crudely lettered (think "homemade") signs that said CORNFUSION and ZOMBIE PAINTBALL, all pointing north of my neighborhood (5.5 miles, so the signs say). After hearing raves about this attraction, which I had deemed "hokey," we decided to strike out for the site with my five-year old grandson, Jordan. The main attraction is an eight-acre maze in a cornfield shaped in part like the great state of Florida. There were lots of other activities like hayrides, bounce attractions, and fresh roasted corn on the stalk dipped in a large container of butter. (Now THAT'S scarier than Zombies.) After doing the pony rides and bouncing for 20 minutes, Jordan was ready to go into the Corn Maze. The only adult willing to go with him was yours truly. My thought was this: cinch. How hard could a corn maze be? I assumed that you would enter, follow the path and come out 30 minutes later on the other side. WRONG. After trying a variety of twists and turns Jordan and I continued to find ourselves at the same place. Then we would wonder, did we go right or left here last time? And what did we do at the next fork? Right or left? Thankfully there was a large American flag at the entrance, tall enough to see from our (completely lost) vantage point. We eventually worked our way back to the entrance and exited the maze. Jordan was quite happy and assumed that we had "done the maze." I was just slightly mortified that I got lost and probably only covered 1 of the 8 acres, although I must admit it was well covered.
As I reflect on this, isn't this just the way life seems to be? We think we have a pretty clear road map . . . the twists and turns just don't show up. We walk the maze, thinking the way is easy as pie . . . and BOOM! We're right back where we started. Just like that sweet old flag we could see, flying up above us, there are lots of flags on our pathways . . . Good friends and family, great books, innate gifts that make us just who we are, and sites just like this one to help us along the way. When we feel lost or "cornfused" we just need to find the flags that help us stay grounded! Here are the hopeful warriors just before entering the maze . . . so innocent!