A labyrinth is a complicated network of passages in which it is difficult to find ones way.
I first heard the word labyrinth when I was a member of the Methodist church. A path in a circle with stations to stop and read scripture verses and meditate. This did not sound like something I was interested in, and I actually felt wary of it. Then when I left the Christian church, the Unitarian Universalist church built a labyrinth out in the hill country on campground land. This was not scripture based, but was spiritual based. I never walked this one either. I’m not sure why I avoided them. Maybe I didn’t want to go deep into my feelings. Bottom line, labyrinths of this kind are not for me, right now, anyway!
Morgan asks us today to be playful. To remember playing as a child. I tried to write a tongue twister, but none of them worked out.
Then I remembered that I have lots of photos of grandchildren playing. This is one of my favorites that Jim took on that day almost 12 years ago, when two of our children and their families came to the old homestead to tell mom goodbye. The littles didn’t know any better and were able to play outside. At the time, we only had 3 grandchildren. Now we have eight.
Leaves are to play in Building forts and planting flowers Grandchildren's final goodbye