On my artist’s date this week I wandered across the field of the Sisters of St. Joseph looking for the labyrinth. Suddenly I noticed the uneven ground beneath my feet and realized I’d just walked over it! Turns out they are in transition. There are two labyrinths to walk… the old one, traced by many spiritual human feet stepping out their questions, and a new one still not fully clear to follow. For me, this was perfect because that’s how I feel, too, in transition. In that hot sunny grass I found the start and began, walking the question … now I don’t even quite remember. Something about finding my way at this time. Many responses came along the way, some moved me to tears, just a little. And even though my mind knows how labyrinths work, passages that fold and align and turn and double back, I was surprised and comforted once again to be reminded that my spirit does not take linear directions.
At times the grassy trail was nearly indistinguishable. Does it turn here? Is the path ahead? The whispers from those watching and those who have gone before echoed in me then. Just keep stepping. Use what you know. Let go when you don’t. Just keep stepping. Thank you, wisdom walk.
On the way back, this beautiful blue picnic bench caught my eye, and somehow it’s expected and sturdy pattern brought me comfort and appreciation. I sat down. Thank you, blue bench.
