A chance comment, a decision to open the day, an invitation to a soul in need, and willingness to welcome visitors to the Healing Center resulted in a “just right” day. Mild for December with grey tones dominating but adding depth. At first I didn’t “get it” that this was a day away, but when I did, well, things were OK and fell into place. Tim McCoy was his usual pleasant self and full of information and stories, some of which were new to me. WTD and SB listened attentively and played graciously with Rocco the dog. WE met Ben and his wife, Sarah, who are new to the area – sort of – serving at Trinity Episcopal Church in IC.
A hint of thyme wafts up from under foot.
When I stood alone in the labyrinth, the wind buffeted me. With eyes closed colors swirled around from red to orange to brilliant yellow each time I blinked. A hint of green, some blue and then creamy white. The word, “Stay” kept me still for many minutes. This is a holy and powerful place of deep healing.
I found that I wanted to be alone a lot and the camera gave me that chance. The tiny “timber patches” – hardly that – called me home to New England. Not that they looked anything like home, but there was a comfort being in them. Grounded is what happened for me as I pretty much let conversations flow. Yet, a restlessness, too, which I hope was not too obtrusive. At the end of the day I was very tired. Perhaps with good cause as this was a day following 36 hours of “alternate universe” head aches. So, grounding was definitely needed.
1080 Labyrinth 