Metaphors of the Labyrinth

This morning as I was reading a book about prayer, I was reminded that our conversations with God are just that, a conversation. Today I had the opportunity to participate in a labyrinth. This is a silent, meditative walk following a path that is somewhat circular. We were encouraged to make this contemplative walk a conversation with God. The facilitator gave us some instructions at the outset, things like: take your time, keep at least one foot in the path, you can’t get lost, and it’s not like a maze designed to confuse you. As I took this path, it was likened to a journey, either the journey of life, or a journey to the Holy Land undertaken by Jewish, and later Christian, pilgrims, perhaps to celebrate a feast or holiday or special season. It’s the week before Easter here in Pennsylvania; our labyrinth was a simple one laid out with ropes. The path winds back and forth but ultimately arrives at a center. In the center you pause before turning around to retrace your steps. As I walked and contemplated, so many metaphors became apparent and I couldn’t wait to get to a place where I could jot them down.

Here’a a picture of a Labyrinth in Chartres, France to give you a sense of the experience.
  • The path was at times wide, at times narrow
  • Sometimes the path seemed squiggly
  • Just as I began to wonder if I might be lost, I came to the center
  • There were others ahead of me and behind me on the path
  • Some travelers greeted me warmly, all were courteous
  • Some people followed the ‘rule’ of keeping one foot on the path, others did not!
  • There was never any doubt as to which way to go
  • The path is clear, clearly marked
  • It was a matter of taking the next step, of putting one foot in front of the other
  • Arriving at the center felt like arriving
  • But then I thought perhaps the second part is shorter, but no, it is the same distance
  • One travels on, listening for the voice of guidance
  • The path is circular (not linear)
  • Different parts of the path look and feel different
  • The path may seem familiar – as if I’ve been here before
  • The path may zig and zag and even appear to contain u-turns, but there are no detours, just an ever forward movement, taking you toward or away from the center, the heart

At the outset, we were given a palm frond and encouraged to place it in a vase at the center of the labyrinth giving thanks to God for His place in our life and then to take a piece of candy from a bowl as a reminder of God’s love, His sweetness. As I walked, I asked God to be near me and to help me to be aware of His presence; he immediately showed me that He had been speaking these metaphors to me throughout my journey through the labyrinth. At the moment that I wondered about the truth of not being able to get lost, I perceived that I had nearly reached the center. One dear friend whom I encountered gave me a warm smile and a reassuring touch as we passed. Most were absorbed in their own journeys. The biggest message of the labyrinth is to slow down, to enjoy the journey, to consider the journey, and to relax and not worry about the destination.

I know that it is very likely that none of these are original thoughts. Tens of thousands have experienced labyrinths before me, but the point is, they are original thoughts to me. They are my experience. And I think I have done a labyrinth before, but for whatever reason, this time my soul was ready to experience more. I encourage you to consider trying a labyrinth too. Tell me about it in the comments.

You can learn more about labyrinths online and see some cool Labyrinths around the world.

Seasons of Life

In the last three months, I’ve had surgery, been on an international trip (the trip of a lifetime with my parents who are in their eighties),  traveled 1000 miles to attend the funeral of an 18 year old, celebrated a birthday, learned that my 85 year old dad was told by his doctor that he should give up driving, said goodbye to our beloved dog of 14 years after a traumatic accident, traveled for a long weekend, attended a backyard concert, volunteered at my church fair, and had numerous physical therapy appointments – all while working full time and being a student in a doctoral program.  It’s been a bit of a roller coaster.  I realized that the sleepless nights lately have been mostly because my subconscious is worrying the problem about my parents as they are still very active but starting to need more help.  When I awoke the other night at 2 a.m. – not the first time – and thought I would not get back to sleep, I prayed and let go of my worry and fell immediately back to sleep.  The power of prayer is amazing.  We need only ask God for His grace and mercy; He loves us so incredibly much and wants to grant us peace.  I’m thankful that when I remember to turn to Him, He is always at the ready.  He longs to give me serenity.