There are some days that don't happen very often, in fact they only happen once in a lifetime. 10:00am on the 10th day of the 10th month in the year 2010 was one of those. It seemed to be a day and a time that should be recognized in some way and so I decided to walk my labyrinth, starting my walk at 10 minutes to 10 and spending some time in the center of the labyrinth so that I walked out at 10 past 10.
I always know that I have made the right decision when there is a gift waiting for me on the labyrinth path. This time it was a small white feather. To me it was a symbol of softness and purity as well as peace and I was grateful to find it there. It makes me aware that my labyrinth responds to me as I interact with it.
Later that day a participant in one of my workshops found a cocoon on the labyrinth. The cocoon was empty, the creator-insect having flown free. A cocoon is a symbol of transformation and rebirth. Change sometimes involves effort but it is how we grow and evolve, and is a necessary part of our journey.
This reminded me of a poem by Mary Oliver called "Black Swallowtail":
interesting but not exactly lovely,
humped along among the parsley leaves
eating, always eating. Then
one night it was gone and in its place
a small green confinement hung by two silk threads
on a parsley stem. I think it took nothing with it
except faith, and patience. And then one morning
it expressed itself into the most beautiful being.
I wonder what life would look like if we lived it with faith and patience?
The joy your labyrinth gives you shines through.
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