Losing my labyrinth virginity was…
…meant to be seamless. That’s spirituality, right? No mess. So, when Tourist Sneakers stood on my path, I was miffed. And territorial.
The Park Guide stepped in,
“This happens. There’s only one path in and out. Just step aside and carry on your way.”
So, the woman walked around me and a few twists and turns later when someone else blocked ‘my’ path, we side stepped each other, smiled and moved on.
Eventually my fellow ‘lab walkers’ had left the path leaving me alone with the labyrinth.
I arrived at the centre, and promptly sat in a lotus pose on hot concrete. Serenity was a little tricky. But I tried to squeeze some zen outta the moment by counting backwards from 100 to feel the … force? Or the pain in my butt. I couldn’t decide.
A couple days later, I posted the lost wallet to its owner. And on Valentine’s Day, she sent me… A little book of haiku poetry wrapped in butterfly gift paper. And when I opened the tiny book at a random page, I saw –
Those falling blossoms all return to the branch when I watch butterflies.
The Divine is some kinda spectacular.
I realised what the words ‘end of life directives’ meant for me…
Maybe it’s kissing one way of living goodbye and embracing the beginning of another that requires, bold, fresh moves in spite of life’s mess and … because of them.
But that’s just a philosophy. My Phylosophy.
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