Last Saturday I went with an Interfaith Youth Group to the St. Paul's Episcopal church to a workshop on Labyrinths. I thought I would just write my journal entries from the day there here:
First walk of the Labyrinth. Thoughts. Missing My Partner in Kindness, but realizing that he can't be on the path with me. That he can be on the path ahead or behind but not right where I was and that he wasn't on this labyrinth with me but he was on the "path" in the larger sense. Realized also "AHA" that we are all on the path. Old, young, right, left, good , bad and that those are just outward projections and on a deeper level we are on the "path" together from conception to death. This is where compassion springs from. The knowledge that we are all going the same way even when it looks like we are headed in different directions.
I realized, again, that although lives may connect with ours even for the most brief time we are blessed to have them in that moment. It allows the idea that nothing is permanent and that is okay. I have great comfort in the transience of people, places, and things. I like that nothing, not even myself, will last forever and each moment, good and bad are here briefly.
A little dark... but the workshop was splendid. What a gift to give yourself, seven hours of walking, meditating, doing art, writing, sharing, eating... it was lovely.
