Walk the Path
a labyrinth storyImagine yourself standing on the heart stone…
…where the labyrinth begins. The redwoods stand majestic around you with sunlight peeking through. Nancy sits just outside the labyrinth gazing upon you from a place of deep stillness, as she listens and holds a space for you to intimately encounter yourself.
The three spirals – maiden/wild one, mother/horned one, and crone/wise one – lay before you. You rest, you breathe, you listen and you wait until the labyrinth calls you forth. When you hear the silent “Go,” you walk forward, one step at a time.
You hear the birds singing, the wind rustling the trees, and the stories that your mind is so skillful at spinning gently unraveling, one golden thread at a time. Something happens as your feet step upon new earth after new earth. All the buzz of the world falls away and you feel yourself as you are: a unique creation on a path never before trodden, yet connected in the way that all paths eventually merge into one. You make your way through each spiral, representing each part of the life cycle, existing in each sunrise and sunset, lunar passage, creative project, and across each lifetime.
You arrive at the heart space at the center.
Again you pause, feeling your own passage from outside-in. Here you feel whatever is at the center for you, the question that wants answering, the place begging for attention, or simply the exquisite beating of your own heart. Again you rest, you breathe, you listen and you wait until the labyrinth calls you forth.
When you hear the silent “Go,” you walk forward, one step at a time. This time you traverse the spirals in reverse – crone/wise one, mother/horned one, maiden/wild one – one step at time. You trust that whatever wants to remain of the stories, the golden threads, will remain, and whatever wants to fall away, will fall away. There is a new gait to your walk, an emerging sense of what wants to come next. You pass across the ground you have walked before, yet in the other direction. Your mind can’t but shift for the noticing.
You arrive once again at the heart stone, the same place you began, yet new ground all the same.
You repeat this process three times, each time going more deeply into yourself, the golden threads of your stories weaving themselves into patterns more pleasing to the master weaver herself, in greater service to your inner knowing, into a tapestry that you are proud to claim as your own.