I birthed a triple spiral labyrinth last month. I didn’t mean to. I had no idea that I was even pregnant with this labyrinth.

On Feburary 2nd, I walked Patria Brown’s lovely triple spiral labyrinth. As I was walking, I thought to myself that I wanted to walk this everyday. By the time I’d come back out of the labyrinth (swirled back out into real life – it feels like that to me sometimes) I knew where it was supposed to be. That was a Wednesday. The next few days were spent with research and thinking and confusion on my part as to how it actually worked, and then on Sunday, after our Sunlit Lane Meditation, Mark and I went back to the back of the property and laid out the bones of the labyrinth with pine cones and old wine barrel staves.

I’ve been walking it daily ever since. The pine cones and staves have now been replaced with river rock.

I have no idea why I was compelled to build this labyrinth, but I was. It feels like it’s of benefit to others, not just to me. Right now I’m in the process of figuring out what wants to happen next. I get images of young girls walking the labyrinth, some sort of adolescent threshold ritual taking place. I’m not sure how to go about this, but I’m not worried about that. Things are unfolding as they should.

I also see a meditation hut built back here, partly for meditation, but also for meeting with people one on one. I see those people choosing to come early so that they can walk the labyrinth. Walking in with a question and sometimes coming back out with an answer. Sometimes walking back out with more questions.

It’s a walking meditation. And it’s not for everyone. Of course, in the first flush of excitement at building it, I thought it would appeal to everyone, which, of course, is funny, because the reason that we have so many different things in this world is because we all have different “paths up the mountain.”

This feels like my path to my center.