Nancy noticed a book by Thich Nhat Hanh on my coffee table. Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life. My older daughter gave it to me a year or so ago, but I pulled it out the other day to reread as I struggle with the issue of what to do about a sick cat. Now, it is probably important to say here that I love the idea of yoga and meditation, but I fall short of actually practicing them. I have always said that I pretend to do yoga. And the extent of my meditation practice is just to be mindful of breathing in and breathing out.
Nancy told me that she has a labyrinth and that she uses it as a conduit to prayer. I was somewhat fascinated by what she was describing to me, so I did a little research on labyrinths after she left. The simplest definition is "a single non-branching path which leads to the center" but upon further research, I discovered that a labyrinth can be symbolic of a pilgrimage. One can walk the path, ascending toward salvation or enlightenment.
But then it can get more complicated. In Plato's dialogue Euthydemus, Socrates describes the labyrinthine line of a logical argument: "Then it seemed like falling into a labyrinth: we thought we were at the finish, but our way bent round and we found ourselves as it were back at the beginning, and just as far from that which we were seeking at first."

Maybe this is the way it is supposed to be. I don't know yet. But having no other choice now, I am in love with the labyrinth and ever hopeful that I will find the center and maybe get to stay there, at least for a little while. Stay tuned.
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