When I turned 50 I was
guided to build a labyrinth in my backyard. It was a 7-circuit classic
Labyrinth. I outlined the path with small, white marble chips. Lo and behold,
the earth rose up over those chips creating an embossed effect. It was as if
the Earth embraced the pattern becoming one with it.
That labyrinth was green,
moist and mossy. The one I am building here in Pennsylvania, exactly 10 years
later, is brown, dry and dusty. There was a perfect spot for it in the woods
next to my house—one of those wonderful glades I am attracted to. A little bit
smaller than the spot in my backyard, this space will hold a 5-circuit
labyrinth.
It’s like a magnet. Even as
I create it, I am drawn to it. It’s like the land is thirsty for the water of
my emotion. The labyrinth radiates peace and safety, and I find, as I did
before, that my day must start grounded in this Sacred Space.
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