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release, receive, return

I walked a labyrinth.  It was a first, and will not be the last.

Prayer labyrinths differ from confusing, complicated mazes found in cornfields, theme parks and oddly strange old estates, now overgrown and House-of-Usher-like.  No, these places are peaceful, meditative puzzles to mindfully walk, allowing the spirit and soul to settle from the stress that demands.

My inner thoughts traveled as circuitously as the path I was following. 

Step by step, I moved to the center, taking a few moments there, to reflect on the way...and my conceptions.  Exiting the center, I returned on the same spherical path.   Many metaphors filled my mind, pictures of life, everything old is new again, you know the stuff.  But, then I would slow down my meditations and pace; concentrating on methodical steps – whispering a prayer, hearing the birds, feeling the breeze and cool sunshine.

Once again, my inner person would stray.  Nothing was holding me to the path, there were no constraints tying me to it.  I could step out of the lines and go on my merry way.  I could walk fast, skip or dance.  There were no rules – only a desire to use the walkable art to pray my prayers and quiet my soul.

Missy


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  1. What a sweet way to start my morning. I've never actually seen a labyrinth but think it would be so peaceful to walk and pray. It's a beautiful meditative piece. Have a wonderful week. Hugs. M

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    1. They are very peaceful places ... there are several in the greater PDX area. Do a google search and you'll find a list, some of which are close to where you live. I hope you get a chance to walk one.

      Have a great week, too!

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