One of several people in the labyrinth area, taking in the evening and quiet.
Prairiewoods Labyrinth was active. A pilgrim walked, sweat lodge companions dragged in firewood and built a fire. The north breeze carried the smoke away to the south. The west sun slanted through the mighty oaks. I framed the HI of HIawatha on the distance water tower through the branches as the sun passed behind.
A light breeze kept gnats away as I walked barefoot. Patterns
Shoe prints and foot prints
of rain drops from yesterday’s storm edged the pathway that already had seen several people walking it. Shoe prints left waffled patterns. The sand alternated between warm and cool, dry and moist. The fading light cast intriguing patterns across the bricks and sand.
Calls of wrens and robins punctuated the air. The strident scolding of the wren countered by the cheery, melodic tune of the robin.
Shadow
Sometimes, as I walked the labyrinth, I felt and was close to the center. Other times, far away. I just know. And, it is OK. I stay alert for intuitive thoughts and messages, expect synchronicity, speak my truth with as much kindness and love as I can, welcome the positive karma that results, connect at the very highest level of filial and agape love, move into alignment when I am bumped. All this may sound lovely…but…. My mind wandered and I mostly just enjoyed being there. Especially when I realized as I walked that in truth “Center” is always at our side – literally and figuratively.
Stepping out just before I rang the bell, “I heard the owl call my name.” I Am. Just me.
Standing tall
1080 Labyrinth 