walking the labrynth

I set out to walk the labyrinth on Second Street. I've walked by it almost every day as I galumph along with my dog. Today, I stop. The friendly brochure tells me that labyrinths, having one path to the center, are not trying to bewitch, bother and bewilder me like a maze. Mazes want to bamboozle, but not the labyrinth. Labyrinths create peace, ease anxiety and can be "healing and restorative tools that cross cultural and spiritual boundaries." Thank you friendly brochure! Feeling welcomed by amorphous spirituality, I waltz in and gave it a whirl.

I try taking a clever video of my feet traveling the path. But that unravels with my not-so-steady hand. And it’s self-consciously self-righteous, wandering upright with my camera. So, I kneel down and gather some some still images instead. I’m close to the rocks. Really close. With a new earthly perspective and completely lost in my task, I have a much better "walk."

One rock at a time. One rock at a time. One rock at a time.