There is a Labyrinth not far from where I live. It is not mystical or magical and there are no hidden secrets inside.
It is a space where one can walk the paths and have deep and quiet concentration. A took me there after our brunch together on Sunday. My mind was anxious to get home and and do other things but he asked me if I would go see the labyrinth with him.
We started at the beginning and I allowed him to take the lead. We walked very slowly and very purposefully. I allowed myself to feel the weight of each step. As we continued onward I wondered how long it would take, when the next turn would be, and what would we do when we were finished? My mind wandered and wandered.
A continued to walk silently, his breathing calm and even.
As my mind raced, I convinced my feet to move slower in hopes of counteracting my thoughts. I began watching the path below me and not looking for where the next turn would come.
Watching the labyrinths beautiful lines I understood something quite simple about it's most distinguishing property. Eventually the path always turns. I didn't need to see the curve to know that it would happen.I trusted it. I thought about life and how I am always walking some form of a labyrinth. How I am constantly trying to see where the next turning point is. Why can't I trust the path of my life like I trust this concrete maze?
Perhaps the labyrinth held some secrets after all. I think I will go back soon and walk the paths again, allowing my mind to be present and trusting the way of the journey. After all, practice makes perfect.
BPositive and B A Mindful and Trusting Traveler!