Tidewater Day Tripping:
Contemplating the Labyrinth by Bonna L. Nelson
Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul. – Marcus Aurelius, Meditations Walking slowly, head bowed, seeing only the grass path lined with stones and the feet of my companion in front of me, and then really seeing nothing but my thoughts, I traveled on the labyrinth circling round and round. Slowly, silently, rhythmically, hearing only birds and my heartbeat, I moved along the circuit within the circle. I felt the heat of
the sun, a slight breeze on my face. I knew that a blue sky and cloud puffs watched over me. Quietly I entered the innermost circle. I took a deep breath. I contemplated where I had been and where I was headed. I looked up at the blue blanketing me and down at the green supporting me. I touched the earth with my hand, said a prayer of thankfulness
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