Thursday, March 1, 2012

A NEW JOURNEY


LABYRINTH
Incarnation Center
Ivoryton, Ct
February 26, 2012


Who am I?  I don’t know how to travel this path.  I stand at the edge of the labyrinth and I don’t know how to enter.  The field of stones lies ahead.  The path is not clear-cut; the stones marking the way are cluttered in bunches.  The sun waits to rise over the trees and an empty red barn sits at the foot of the hill.

Where do I start?  There is no clear entrance.  How do I start?  I know that I must begin and I do, with clumsy feet.  I step over rocks, wondering where the paths are.  As the gravel crunches under my feet I notice four donkeys, two black and two gray, emerging from the barn.  I am not alone.

I accept that there is no clear path to the center of this labyrinth.  It is up to me to create my own way around the bumps and rocks that lie ahead.  I know that I will reach the center and that it is my choice how long it takes.  How far I travel in circles and turns is my decision and mine alone.

I step over a rock painted to look like a strawberry and I think of the child who painted the cheerful picture during summer camp.  It is a bright spot on my path.  I step over several piles of donkey dung.  My friends at the foot of the hill have stopped staring and are going about their business as I walk the path.

The sun rises over the trees as I reach the center.  The Lord is my shepherd… Our Father…  God, grant me the serenity…  Mantras repeated…  I stand at the center and breathe in the frosty morning air.  The two black donkeys have returned to the barn; the two gray donkeys move peacefully below.  I close my eyes and feel God’s light and love – fire-light – filling me.  I stand in a column of light.  I love standing here.  I am love standing here.  I am free to stay in this column of pure love-energy.  It has form and no form.  It is sheer healing power, and always here.  It is God’s grace. 

After some time I take a breath and spin around the crazy path a few times, making my way to the endpoint where I began.  A hot cup of coffee sounds good right now.  I return to my room and start a new journal.  On the front page I write:

Patti B.
Cancer – a journey
My journey

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