February 10th- Twelve-Year Anniversary
FEBRUARY 9, 2007
Today,
on a Saturday,
just like today,
maybe not quite so wet...
A new constellation of three friends
ventured off to San Francisco,
in search of grace...
Second-year graduate students
searching and yearning to explore,
the desires of the heart...
and thus began a two-and-a-half
year every other weekend journey
to the labyrinths at Grace Cathedral,
to explore our paths in life..
I wrote in my journal that day...
_Walked the labyrinth with Laura and Kimberly... On the way down we talked about plans for our dissertations, pilgrimages, going to Europe, manifesting the ability to do so and letting go of the blocks that keep us from our Souls path..._
With Kimberly taking the pictures...
Here I am circling Laura at the center
of the outdoor labyrinth...
Circling
and circling,
back and forth,
until we meet at the center point...
on a Saturday,
just like today,
maybe not quite so wet...
A new constellation of three friends
ventured off to San Francisco,
in search of grace...
Second-year graduate students
searching and yearning to explore,
the desires of the heart...
and thus began a two-and-a-half
year every other weekend journey
to the labyrinths at Grace Cathedral,
to explore our paths in life..
I wrote in my journal that day...
_Walked the labyrinth with Laura and Kimberly... On the way down we talked about plans for our dissertations, pilgrimages, going to Europe, manifesting the ability to do so and letting go of the blocks that keep us from our Souls path..._
With Kimberly taking the pictures...
Here I am circling Laura at the center
of the outdoor labyrinth...
Circling
and circling,
back and forth,
until we meet at the center point...
_It is as if we stand as columns at the entree way... Laura and I welcome Kimberly, who is having her own experience of childlike play..._
(Will any of us ever forget Kenneth???!!! Or, what about the two older men, one outside and one inside, bent with time, dried up as old wood, childhood forgotten???)
Inside Grace Cathedral, I write...
_I pray for the parts of me that are dry,_
_bent with time and burdens,_
_responsibilities, grief, missing years,_
_all in me that has lost expression of joy and passion..._
Today... eleven years later...
with many twists and turns behind us...
My life is so full, so rich, so filled with joy and wonder...
and filled with Laura and Kimberly as soul friends,
wherever we are in this bigger labyrinth,
that takes us in and out,
far away and near
to the desire of our hearts...
I love you both
and give thanks for all we have shared...
(Will any of us ever forget Kenneth???!!! Or, what about the two older men, one outside and one inside, bent with time, dried up as old wood, childhood forgotten???)
Inside Grace Cathedral, I write...
_I pray for the parts of me that are dry,_
_bent with time and burdens,_
_responsibilities, grief, missing years,_
_all in me that has lost expression of joy and passion..._
Today... eleven years later...
with many twists and turns behind us...
My life is so full, so rich, so filled with joy and wonder...
and filled with Laura and Kimberly as soul friends,
wherever we are in this bigger labyrinth,
that takes us in and out,
far away and near
to the desire of our hearts...
I love you both
and give thanks for all we have shared...
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Labyrinths provide us with a path to practice change. Some labyrinths have withstood the passage of time for thousands of years. Others are here for just an afternoon, drawn in the sand at the edge of the ocean. Many modern labyrinths were meant to last for years, but because of unforeseen circumstances their time is shorter than intended. And they once again help us to practice letting go and giving thanks for the time they are with us. The Labyrinth of Life at the Sebastopol, California Teen Center reached such place of letting go and is at the end of one chapter and the beginning of another chapter that is yet unknown.

Sometimes... a labyrinth can take years to become a physical reality. In 2018 I met with my friend Deb, to discuss her desire to have a labyrinth on the beautiful land she lives on. Despite our plans and several meetings, listening to the land and finding the right spot, the labyrinth did not come to fruition. Fast-forward five years and in the blink of an eye... it happened!