First off, yesterday was Beltane and I was somewhere warm. That was wonderful. (What's "warm"? Er, 15 C / 59 F. My, how my standards have changed...)
Yesterday afternoon I was walking an outdoor, grass labyrinth (in the warm sun, mmmm). There was a moment when its path took me very close to the center. But suddenly, it changed direction and took me back much closer to the outer edge. Dramatically.
I was very much struck by the example of the labyrinth as spiritual path.
Right that moment, following the path took me physically further away from the center. Yet at the same time, it took me closer towards the center in terms of the process of the labyrinth, the path of the labyrinth.
I feel like this describes an awful lot of life. And an awful lot of spiritual life.
Also: this labyrinth was generously dotted with goose poop. I got to decide to step on it or around it.
Does your spiritual journey ever feel like a labyrinth? Does it ever feel like a labyrinth dotted with goose poop?
May all the goose poop in your life become fertilizer.