For what seemed like the very first time in my entire remembered life, I felt completely free of fear. I let that realization flow through me. Elation, gratitude, amazement, love, joy rushed in to fill the space left by fear’s retreat. Oh, to capture and keep the treasured moment alive!
The labyrinth never fails to surprise. It never fails to gift me with experience, or insight, or a restful acceptance.
This day, my mindful steps in the labyrinth allowed me to finally learn what it feels like to carry no fear, and to see the possibility of living joyfully without the abiding fear.
I paused in the moment of discovery, smiling. Then, inevitably, my steps resumed. Concerned solely with each step I was taking, only aware of the short distance directly beyond my feet, I followed the path that presented itself.
As my steps wound slowly, seemingly meaninglessly around, I could see that the footfalls of my past traced a path. The future, too, would be forged by my steps. And then there was simply the step I took that very moment.
Looking back, and looking ahead, and standing silently in the center of that labyrinth, I knew I walked the path of love. I had always walked the path of love. No matter how convoluted or nonsensical it may have seemed, the path led unerringly. Step by step.
Today, I awoke with the familiar anxiety and fear. I thought of my path. I don’t know the path. I don’t know where it goes. I can only see just where my foot is about to land, and that’s a little blurry.
I know, however, that this is the path of love I walk. There is trust in each step. There is trust in the path.