How thoughtfully two pilgrims walked The Laughing Labyrinth today. Seemingly they looked at every plant, rock and artifact that call the Labyrinth home. The most tender moment, that I just happened to see as I glanced up from working around inside the house, was their sitting side-by-side on Second Bench. Friends stroking the feathers they carried with them – in communion.
A note from one of the pilgrims “Thank you again for allowing us to walk your labyrinth. We enjoyed the experience. …left her feather at the base of the tree to represent her deep connection to her roots (ancestors, family, lost parents). I returned my feather to the porch in order to share the strength I found with others in need.”
I thank them for the honor of walking this sacred space.