I’ve been thinking about labyrinths for a while; walking the
labyrinth really helps me both focus and let go. For me, it is truly a walking
meditation.
Saturday the ghastly summer weather finally broke and I went to
the outdoor labyrinth at Holy Comforter Church, which is the closest one to me.
It’s in a dell,, way in the back of their property, surrounded by woods and next
to a pond. In the past, I’ve seen deer passing by. It’s quite peaceful.
I’ve not been there in a while—in fact, the last time I walked a
labyrinth was in Dublin,
more than a year ago. Must have been more than two years, at least, since I’ve
been to Holy Comforter. First thing I noticed was this Little Free Library:
That wasn’t there the last time.
I settled myself for the walk, focused on my tetrad of thoughts
and began. I have to say that I was having a bit of a challenge with balance;
slowing down my pace was really unsettling. I suppose that says something about
the speed at which I’ve been moving these past few months at work. But about a
third of the way into the center, I began to feel steadier.
The thing about a labyrinth is that every time you turn a loop, if
you look straight ahead, the view is just a tad different from every other turning
point. If you try, you can see something different every time, even on an
indoor labyrinth. I saw distant woods and close woods, church buildings and
pond, ducks quacking and crows cawing.
I always spend a few minutes in the center of a labyrinth, to contemplate
(to the best of my ability). Check in with the universe, as it were.
I was doing that when I became aware that the duck-quacking on the
pond seemed to be getting louder. I looked around and found the reason for
that:
A nice young couple had come out to join me. Perhaps in
expectation of breakfast; if so, I disappointed.They stayed around even as I
executed three yoga poses—Warrior I, Warrior II and forward fold—and then
wandered away when I began my return walk.
When I left the dell to head out for Saturday Errands, I felt both
more energized and more peaceful than when I’d got there. Perhaps it was the
ducks, or the weather, or just the resumption of a practice that means a lot to
me. Whatever—I’m grateful that I was able to do it after all this time.
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