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I often write things on a particular day, and don't post them for a while, or even at all. For the most part, I'll change the tense so the words are relevant. This however, is basically an unedited version of what I wrote in my journal after walking the circles in the sand:


Today is my birthday. It's not just another birthday, for on this particular of everyday, ordinary days, I turned 60. It's not a little number anymore, but it's also not as big as some to come.


I wasn't sure what to do with the responsibility of reaching this point. It could be an "I'll wear purple and learn to spit" kind of day; conceivably an introspective, meditative time or a big hoopla, firecrackers blasting, but that's saved for Lady Liberty.

None of the above seemed quite me, so I chose to walk a sandy path labyrinth. I find walking a labyrinth to be inspiring, peaceful and moving. It's a time to celebrate and nurture the body, soul and spirit.


I'd seen a special on OPB about a guy who makes paths in the sand at Face Rock in Bandon, Oregon.  Usually, the walk is a solitary experience; very prayerful. This, however, draws much attention from locals and tourists.

Denny - the guy behind the artful creations - is a household name in the area. His basic message is share some joy and love. The circles began as his own private contemplation, which he now shares with us.

Like I said, my walking is solitary, but this was a shared experience. 

The pathway was full of walkers; young, old, and all are encouraged to experience as they please, including having your pet. Bella quietly journeyed with us.


I wasn't sure about having many people, many feet walk at the same time. But, I found it powerfully moving as foot after foot joined, each respectfully walking. There was silence. There was laughter. There were tears. Children skipped, others prayerfully placed one foot in front of the other. Someone blew bubbles that floated away on the wind.

For me, it was profound, filled with a mixture of emotions as I placed one foot in front of the other. My eyes teared as I thought of where I came from; my past, my present and dreams for the future. I smiled and chatted with my baby and spoke soft, close commands to Bella as she walked right and left in the pathway.

For the few moments, everyone on the path was at peace, going the same direction and respectful of others. I mentioned to Lonny that the world would be a much better place if all walked a labyrinth. Sounds like a beautiful pipe-dream. But, someday, my friends, someday, all will be made new by the One who captures and holds the oceans that washed my path away.

Solus Christus -


Missy


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