Have you ever walked a labyrinth?
A few days ago, I was leaving the doctor’s office (I seem to be living in doctors’ offices these days so I don’t even remember which one) and as I drove south, back towards “home,” I remembered that there’s a labyrinth in the middle of Hazel Dell, an unincorporated area just north of the Vancouver city limits, and I would be driving right passed it. The labyrinth is set on the property of a local church but it is open to the public. Surrounded by tall evergreens, the walking path is defined by different colored walking path pavers so the entire walking surface is flat, which is important to me these days.
Who would have ever thought I’d be thinking so much about walking paths? If I’m going to fall, I want to fall on something flat. I pay more attention to the areas I’m walking in more than I ever thought possible.
So anyway. On with the story.
The day was blustery. Very windy. As in, I thought I’d be seeing Winnie the Pooh tumbling by at any moment. As in, I thought it would blow me along the labyrinth path. But I felt the pull to stop so I whipped across one lane of traffic and turned left at the signal, headed up the hill and parked in the church parking lot, next to the sign that pointed the way to the labyrinth. I’ve been here before, many times, so I didn’t need the directional sign but it was good to know it was still there. Just in case. Because you know. You never know.
Okay, then. Back to the story. I’m really rambling around today, aren’t I?
It was so windy, I even stopped on the path down to the labyrinth to record a bit of the wind in the trees – it was so musical and… well, blustery!
The labyrinth area was covered in leaves – big, wet, mushy, brown leaves – and lots of evergreen needles and branches. It was like walking an obstacle course getting down to the labyrinth and onto the labyrinth itself. We’ve had a lot of rain lately and along with the wind, and what with the holiday season, I’m guessing it isn’t high on the priority list for the people who maintain it to give it a sweep. If I’d had a rake or broom in my car, I might have attempted a try at cleaning it up a little myself but doing it one-handed might have been a bigger challenge than I was envisioning. So instead of walking the entire labyrinth, I kind of wandered, meditatively, of course, around the site, sitting on the edge of the low wall that surrounds the labyrinth, taking in the wind and the spitting water from the sky (it wasn’t really raining!), and just breathing in the peace and quietness of the area. Listening to the wind in the trees. Feeling my fingers get chilled.
Ahhhhh. I could live here forever.
If it wasn’t so cold and wet 😀
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I had walked my first labyrinth maybe ten years ago or so, but what I didn’t know at the time was that labyrinths are literally everywhere. There’s even an online resource to help you find them. Check here to see if there’s one near you. (If you’re near Vancouver, WA, any time soon, the one I walked above is listed.)
A couple of years ago, I wrote about a labyrinth that’s located out in the desert east of the little town of Quartzsite, Arizona. It was conceived, designed and built by Ella, who was helped out (a little bit) by some volunteers who brought a rock or two to define the walking path. The labyrinth is still there and listed in the directory; although I don’t know the exact coordinates, here’s a Google Earth shot of the general location:
For more information on labyrinths: