Walking this labyrinth, one foot in front of the other, deliberately, pondering, inhaling and exhaling, feeling the wind, listening to wind chimes whisper a song – all in the sacred space that has been purposefully created. As I walked towards the centre my thoughts went to pieces of the ordinary that I need not hold onto. They were exhaled with my breath – and the breath of the Almighty came as I inhaled Holy Presence, walking slowly and deliberately.The more I deliberately tread the path of a contemplative, the deeper I can embrace the reality that this is who I am.
Where do we find Holy Presence? How do we find Holy Presence? Where does my soul, my heart, my breath cry out for the Almighty most deeply? We will find this in our own way as we search; intentionally stepping into places where deep calls to deep. Yours and mine may be dramatically different, and therein lies the wonder and mystery of how the facets of God are revealed to the soul in the language we hear. My language is the contemplative, in the words of the ancient mystics, and where the wind touches my skin.
This labyrinth is sacred space, purposefully laid out by one who invites others to come and experience what he holds out to community.
My own path has been an inward one in recent months as the invitation to explore the mystery of love has been held out to me. In the places of contemplation my heart opens to embrace more of the wonder of living, of loving and of moving into the redemption that has come.