We step across fallen stalks on our way to wholeness.
Life is change. The labyrinth is perhaps one of the best metaphors to explore this. In the Laughing Labyrinth winter’s long and bitterly cold stay is evident. Buds of the magnolia tree are sparse and hardly opening. But, they are there. The once lovely turkey feathers stand ragged and tired looking. So, soon, I’ll gather them and respectfully burn them with gratitude to the pilgrims who left them last summer, fall and winter. Prairie grasses and forbs, lay broken and devoid of seeds across the path. But, they are fertilizer of the future as they decay. In some places the path is wide and the view expansive. In other places the path is narrow so “minding our eyes” – paying attention to the path – is critical least we accidentally step off it and find ourselves in Netherlands. That, too, can be a worthwhile journey and necessary for some of us some of the time.
MC’s experience as she minded her eyes caught a glimpse of a couple walking a dog along the road. This spoke to her of people who she does not yet know nor they her and who are not even aware of her yet, who may become pilgrims along their mutual paths. A crow call caught her ears.
SS exclaimed that she was not even aware of the people along the road so fascinated was she with the intricate details of a prostrate prairie forb. She just stood at one point facing the magnolia tree which stood proud, tall and re-assuring in the midst of change for the church. Something she aspires to do as the surrogate “mother” and leader for a time. She was very aware of the four elements – earth, air, fire (sundial), and water (shells).
NH realized how long it has been since she has touched the earth. And, her deep need to do so more regularly.
I was amused and bemused (at first). The dowsing rods indicated confused energy. Certainly not to be unexpected considering the congregation and three of the four pilgrims to walk the Labyrinth were members and processing the news of a change in leadership. the rods kept pointing to the energy of us four – away from the labyrinth. Then, I opened the labyrinth and kept walking – four times in fact. Once for each of us, I guess. In one corner the rods again were uncertain. In the SW corner they revolved thirteen times before they stopped. Back at Center again 13 times and then pointed to the three pilgrims behind me. OK.
Inside we wrapped up the “flow into the unforced rhythm of Grace” conversation of Reiki One. How each has grown. So, we move into another phase of our lives. Welcome spring and we prepare for Holy Week reflections on Maundy Thursday at Christ Episcopal Church and the Second Cross Quarter time of the astronomical points – May Day.
1080 Labyrinth 