the following is a brief reflection on my labyrinth walk with Shirley (retreat leader) prior to the retreat beginning last Friday.
Scattered everywhere
what a mess!
crunch, rustle under my feet
tiny strips of something
are you feathers?
could be twigs,
no, must be little bits of leaves.
don't you know you're in the way!?
oh, why do you stay
and stick to my shoes
as I walk this path?
there are more here,
less there.
you clump together, don't you?
winds of spirit blew you here
from somewhere else
sprinkled like seasonings on my path
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