Wet Stones
JANUARY 10, 2011
_I might_
_just sit here_
_one morning… _
_If it isn’t too cold,_
_and count these stones…_
_one by one…_
_just sit here_
_one morning… _
_If it isn’t too cold,_
_and count these stones…_
_one by one…_
_green ones,_
_maybe the white ones,_
_especially the brown ones like your eyes_
_winking back at me…_
_Shells here and there_
_with the black stones…_
_the red stones,_
_the orange ones that mix in with grey ones_
_that emerge from the grey concrete_
_that holds these hand made terracotta bricks_
_now so firm and solid…_
_maybe the white ones,_
_especially the brown ones like your eyes_
_winking back at me…_
_Shells here and there_
_with the black stones…_
_the red stones,_
_the orange ones that mix in with grey ones_
_that emerge from the grey concrete_
_that holds these hand made terracotta bricks_
_now so firm and solid…_
I might just pretend
I’m at my favorite ragged West coast beach…
and collect all of you
into the pockets of my mind,
sifting back and forth
like the waves that take me
into the vast ocean of myself…
Each stone
a step into this moment,
this color dancing
splendor
of wet Winter delight…
I’m at my favorite ragged West coast beach…
and collect all of you
into the pockets of my mind,
sifting back and forth
like the waves that take me
into the vast ocean of myself…
Each stone
a step into this moment,
this color dancing
splendor
of wet Winter delight…
Colored stones of my Santa Rosa Labyrinth
now revealed, the haze of concrete washed away
by Bill Domenichelli and crew...
now revealed, the haze of concrete washed away
by Bill Domenichelli and crew...
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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!