A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of writing a piece for Christine Valters Paintner over at
It turned out to be this great moment of clarity for me, learning a bit about how I make a mountain out of a molehill, or something into this huge whopping truth, when it might just really be a piece of my experience and someone else would define the truth of it entirely differently. Here's a bit about how that unfolded for me...
As I entered the cathedral, I realized I was too early for the performance and heard the organist practicing. The space was cool and dimly lit from nearby stained glass windows. I quietly circled the main space and returned to the entry when I finally looked down. There at my feet, woven in simple variations of woolen dove grey was a huge labyrinth. A nearby sign stated it was patterned after the labyrinth at Chartres Cathedral in France, which I had been to years earlier. The sign further described the labyrinth as a meditation tool. It hinted at secrets of the walk and how levels of awareness were available to the devout practitioner.
Read the whole story HERE...
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