Chrysalis
JUNE 6, 2011
A year ago
tonight...
Milt came home from his Boston trip
and my world forever tilted
then not knowing
that he would not be here tonight...
tonight...
Milt came home from his Boston trip
and my world forever tilted
then not knowing
that he would not be here tonight...
and now...
I find myself even deeper
within this chrysalis
and I know not myself...
I find myself even deeper
within this chrysalis
and I know not myself...
a year later
with every window
of my house encased
in plastic sheeting
for the paint that will hopefully be applied
sans any February rain
this seventh day of June...
with every window
of my house encased
in plastic sheeting
for the paint that will hopefully be applied
sans any February rain
this seventh day of June...
I am stripped,
turned inside out,
held oh so tight...
I can not see in
and I can not see out...
the forty-eight days
until I get my new pup
might as well be forty-eight years tonight...
turned inside out,
held oh so tight...
I can not see in
and I can not see out...
the forty-eight days
until I get my new pup
might as well be forty-eight years tonight...
or forty-eight light years,
past or present,
I do not know
if I would even show up
in one of Milt's death candles...
I feel so transparent
breathing into right now...
I can feel the tightness
of not knowing the boundaries of where my skin
ends and begins...
past or present,
I do not know
if I would even show up
in one of Milt's death candles...
I feel so transparent
breathing into right now...
I can feel the tightness
of not knowing the boundaries of where my skin
ends and begins...
I have this new
body
free of the pain
these last few years bound me to...
and I am caught between
my love of changing
and the me that lived here with Milton...
for all I know now
is the freedom of
being
just me...
free of the pain
these last few years bound me to...
and I am caught between
my love of changing
and the me that lived here with Milton...
for all I know now
is the freedom of
being
just me...
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Labyrinths provide us with a path to practice change. Some labyrinths have withstood the passage of time for thousands of years. Others are here for just an afternoon, drawn in the sand at the edge of the ocean. Many modern labyrinths were meant to last for years, but because of unforeseen circumstances their time is shorter than intended. And they once again help us to practice letting go and giving thanks for the time they are with us. The Labyrinth of Life at the Sebastopol, California Teen Center reached such place of letting go and is at the end of one chapter and the beginning of another chapter that is yet unknown.

Sometimes... a labyrinth can take years to become a physical reality. In 2018 I met with my friend Deb, to discuss her desire to have a labyrinth on the beautiful land she lives on. Despite our plans and several meetings, listening to the land and finding the right spot, the labyrinth did not come to fruition. Fast-forward five years and in the blink of an eye... it happened!