Saturday, June 12, 2010

So Many Times


So many times, I have stood just here...in the center of the circle that is the labyrinth...looking up into the face of this ridge of rock.

I always knew that the ground on which I stood was not holy ground...not really. It is earth...earth shaped by human intervention and the repeated course of specifically patterned human wanderings.

Left alone, it would revert to its former self...become what it once was...a mountain meadow.

But...

There, I have asked the Supreme and Hovering Spirit to lead me, to be my guide.

There, I have sought an understanding that most often eludes me.

There, I have bowed my head into the attending sunlight and given thanks.

There, sometimes, I have known peace.

And this rocky ridge, changeable itself over time, has been a silent sentinel to my frequent walks there and to all of my words...words that join themselves to bird song and wind sighs and water music...

...and then are gone.

1 comment:

Gail said...

Ah, Wanda, what will you do without the labyrinth to walk almost every day? You are headed to a new adventure soon and I hope and pray that the spirit you encountered at the labyrinth goes with you and brings you joy and peace.