Second Saturday; second Labryinth

What a difference a week makes!

 

Morning temperatures yesterday were in the 60's

(hitting a high of 78 by the end of the day);

a labyrinth
not set apart in a secluded glen

but planted right in the midst
of businesses and modest homes;

created

not from expensive matching stones

but painted on the pavement of a small church parking lot.

Walking,
completely unencumbered by winter coats
in temperatures that spoke of spring and new life,
accompanied by birdsong on every side
loud enough to drown out street traffic,

it was a wonderful reminder that
in the clear light of day,
we can look at ourselves -
and our shadow side -

 and still find peace at the center.

 Space for reflection of the holy doesn't need to be in some remote location;
we can find it where we live and work;
we only need to take the time to look for it.