The season of Advent is a time of anticipation and preparation for Christ’s coming. For many, preparation involves prayer and meditation. Guest blogger Heidi Williams shares a reflection on walking the labyrinth, an ancient meditative tool that has been used for centuries for prayer, ritual, initiation, and personal and spiritual growth. All visitors to the Franciscan Center are welcome to walk the center’s labyrinth, which is located on the south side of the campus’ main building.
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The Labyrinth (a great tool for teaching patience)
I had no issue to resolve today. Nothing preying on my mind. No question burning for an answer.
So I began. Empty. I asked the Lord to direct my steps, to guide me.
The labyrinth is the path my life takes. Turns. Dead ends. Some long stretches, some shorter, some only a couple of steps before I must change direction.
I tried to place my history into the maze. Where was I at this corner? What stopped me at this wall?
I couldn’t fit the events into the pattern. I haven’t a long memory and have no idea where I am in the journey now.
OK. So I have my reflection. Let’s get out of this so I can write about it. But it wouldn’t let me go. The beginning of my impatience.
I tried to look ahead. I hadn’t reached the center. How much farther do I need to go? I looked back. I looked over the pattern. Where was I in the scheme of things?
I couldn’t tell. OK. Keep walking.
My mind strayed. My eyes roamed. I almost tripped on a stone. OK. Focus.
I’m getting frustrated. How long will this take? I’m not even to the center yet. And then I’ll still have to walk out!
Step. Step. Turn. Stop. Step. Step. Step. Where am I?
Finally I reach the center. No revelation. Have I arrived? Is this midway? What part of my life should this represent? Am I closer to God? Is the center the goal?
Then why isn’t there a quick way out?
Turn. Follow the path. Step. Step. It should go quicker. I should recognize the route. Step. Step. Step. Turn. Stop.
I look around. I am lost. I try to see the pattern. Visualize the path. No. I can still just see the next few steps. The last turn I made.
Even in retreat I don’t know the way. Just follow the path. One step at a time.
Lord, direct my steps. Guide me.
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Editor’s note: Heidi Williams lives in Myakka, Florida and regularly enjoys the Franciscan Center’s Writing Circle that meets every Sabbath Day.
