My Friday haiku had turned into Sunday…
People often ask how I am,
how I am doing…
Fine, I reply.
I’m OK, I say.
But the truth is
that it is a miracle that I get up each day,
dress myself,
and take my dogs for walks…
It is a miracle
that I pay my bills, the mortgage,
that I have a mortgage,
and that there is food in my fridge,
although Milt would tell you,
if he were here,
that I am definitely not a "self-preservation" type on the Enneagram…
So when I have the opportunity to make a labyrinth for someone, one of my favorite things is to mock the design out first in rope. This gives me a sense of the design I’m using and becomes my drawing pad on the ground where my inspiration comes for tweaking and changing and coming up with ideas unique to the installation. It is the place between the lines where I find my breath… this miracle of being…
For more Friday haiku my heart
please visit Rebecca and other poets
at recuerda mi corazonhe lines…
People often ask how I am,
how I am doing…
Fine, I reply.
I’m OK, I say.
But the truth is
that it is a miracle that I get up each day,
dress myself,
and take my dogs for walks…
It is a miracle
that I pay my bills, the mortgage,
that I have a mortgage,
and that there is food in my fridge,
although Milt would tell you,
if he were here,
that I am definitely not a "self-preservation" type on the Enneagram…
So when I have the opportunity to make a labyrinth for someone, one of my favorite things is to mock the design out first in rope. This gives me a sense of the design I’m using and becomes my drawing pad on the ground where my inspiration comes for tweaking and changing and coming up with ideas unique to the installation. It is the place between the lines where I find my breath… this miracle of being…
For more Friday haiku my heart
please visit Rebecca and other poets
at recuerda mi corazonhe lines…
haiku my heart ~ Between the Lines
APRIL 15, 2012
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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!