Languid and indolent. Those words popped in as I was walking this morning. And as I reflect now, I was watching two of the cats square off on opposite sides of the labyrinth. Languid is the perfect description of Chocolate, my son’s black cat, unless it’s when he’s being distinctly clumsy, and indolent often fits my daughter’s tortoise shell cat.

I wasn’t thinking of those words in terms of the cats at the time, but the thoughts have merged now that I’m back out in the “real world.” Although, I have to tell you, sometimes the labyrinth feels like the “real world” and all this other stuff that’s happening “out here” doesn’t feel so real.

In the labyrinth, time stops. I notice things, my mind chatters, but time stops. I can come back to the house and find that I’ve been gone for five minutes or an hour.

I can walk into the labyrinth completely riled up and angry, or ecstatically, over-the-top happy, and I always seem to come out calm and grounded. Some new thought percolating in my head as I think about bird song, or the myriad different colors of brown on the ground. If I walk in with a question, sometimes I walk back out with an answer, and sometimes I walk back out knowing that I wasn’t asking the right question.

I have been noticing that if I don’t have the question right, then I don’t get an answer. And usually, if I don’t have the question right, it’s because I haven’t uncovered the next level of what wants to happen. It’s not good or bad, it just is.

Poetry in motion. That’s what I feel like as I walk the labyrinth. A physical form of poetry. I can’t quite explain it right now. Maybe I’ll think on that the next time I head into the labyrinth, and maybe I won’t.

That’s another thing that I’ve noticed. Sometimes the thoughts that are running through my mind as I head back to the labyrinth (and really, it’s not that far away, so it’s probably not even 15 seconds to get back there) are not the thoughts that stay. Sometime happens as I walk through the arch.

Oh! I placed an archway over the heart rock. I like how it looks and feels to walk through that archway.