I return from a two-day, out-of-town event, looking at the labyrinth with fresh eyes. As I walk the first time, entering the Mother spiral, I literally have to bow to the tree branches that are laden with rain drops. I suppose I could have chosen to brush them aside, but it felt good to bow my head to walk beneath these beauties. The drops are cold as they slid down my back. I’m not barefoot. My shoes are on, I have my wrap snugged up tight around my body as the wind is chilly. I love this chill.
I feel such gratitude for this place, for my life, for the gifts that have come from walking this path.
I am grateful for the opportunity to take my “troubles” to the path. Life has been a little messy as of late, in the personal realm. I’ve had some uncomfortable learnings around how much I still hero people and myself. But those learnings are growth, so the uncomfortableness, while maybe not in the moment, is appreciated for what it is. And opportunity for me to shift and learn and love.
