You Woke Me
AUGUST 17, 2020
You woke me
with the call of your wind…
Crying for me to save you from yourself…
All I could do
was to run outside
and stand beneath you
arms wide in prayer,
breathing you in.
Loud, you brought in the symphony
of the trees
and then in desperation…
began to throw lightning bolts
across the sky like the
scars in my heart
and brought out the thunder drums
so I could remember to dance...
I hear you.
I see you.
I open my mouth to take in another breath
and sing my love to you.
To your wild,
untamed flames dancing round me,
thundering through my bones
to my feet holding the Earth
as if my life depends upon it.
Which it does.
Your tears open
and pour down on me
saturating my dry bones and skin,
filling the reservoir of my garden
with your sadness.
I feel you.
I drink this blessing,
this peace and calm
that fills me
and carries me on
in the thunder and lightening
of your voice
that rumbles through me still
even in the quiet
between storms,
in the quiet between the beats
of my heart.
with the call of your wind…
Crying for me to save you from yourself…
All I could do
was to run outside
and stand beneath you
arms wide in prayer,
breathing you in.
Loud, you brought in the symphony
of the trees
and then in desperation…
began to throw lightning bolts
across the sky like the
scars in my heart
and brought out the thunder drums
so I could remember to dance...
I hear you.
I see you.
I open my mouth to take in another breath
and sing my love to you.
To your wild,
untamed flames dancing round me,
thundering through my bones
to my feet holding the Earth
as if my life depends upon it.
Which it does.
Your tears open
and pour down on me
saturating my dry bones and skin,
filling the reservoir of my garden
with your sadness.
I feel you.
I drink this blessing,
this peace and calm
that fills me
and carries me on
in the thunder and lightening
of your voice
that rumbles through me still
even in the quiet
between storms,
in the quiet between the beats
of my heart.
Alter for this day, the 33rd anniversary
of the Harmonic Convergence,
and the quiet of this morning.
Made from the notes from the wind found strewn across my labyrinth
after the storm of storms
in our night.
of the Harmonic Convergence,
and the quiet of this morning.
Made from the notes from the wind found strewn across my labyrinth
after the storm of storms
in our night.
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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!