An angry labyrinth walk. How can that be? Trust me...it happens! This morning I started out with my head down, and my walk deliberate and quick. Although the morning was clear and brisk, and frost covered all with diamonds - I was blinded by the anger. Oh, my eyes glimpsed the beauty, of course. But my heart was closed to the wonder of it all. Even Gus the Wonder Dog's ecstatic bounding through the prairie, which usually makes me laugh, went unseen. I was angry, by golly, and angry I would stay.
So there!
And then I reached the center where stones, ribbons, and dried bouquets mark the journeys of so many who have walked this sacred path, and for whom the labyrinth has been a conduit to the Holy. My heart creaked open a wee bit, and a few tears rolled down my cheeks. I started the walk out, with a slower pace and my head held high.
The smiling moon greeted me. Along with everything else, I had missed seeing this surprising mid-morning moon on my "head down" angry walk towards the center. The moon - a symbol for me of a loving God - was there, even when my heart was closed. Frost diamonds glistened on grasses and forbes, and my heart openly leaped with Gus along the sure path back into the world, doing full-body wiggles at the wonder of it all.
And it was good...