Custom Tags made with Mary Westermeyer.
Tears and laughter made up the walk today to collect the sticks and tags that people wrote on last week. The intentional ringing of the bell on the way in and out. Feathers and shells decorated the space. Curious placements piqued my interest as I passed and considered each. These I leave through winter and collect in spring then, respectfully recycle.
The day had been emotional. In a good way. But, being open and aware takes a toll. So, quiet time tonight is important. Little sayings on the tags evoked memories. Some stories I knew, most I did not. Each saying or name touched my heart. But the images of pilgrims walking, pausing, placing a tag or feather or shell remains within. Poignant.
With gratitude for people’s trust and honor I gathered the tags, sang songs and then left the Laughing Labyrinth to the wind, knowing that with this, I had again awakened earth and welcomed in Higher Self Spirits to be with us.
