During Lent, I walk the labyrinth once a week. Today’s focus was simply Being Present.

I started with paying attention to the sensation of contact and movement. How did it feel when my feet connect with the ground? What were the different textures of things in my path? How did my flowy pants feel brushing against my legs? How did the sun and the breeze feel on my skin?

Then I moved on to what I was hearing. What were the individual sounds? What was the concert of combined noise? I let it flow over me and through me, while not allowing myself to judge it or feel impacted by it.

There were scents. What did I smell? How did that change based on where I was? How did the various scents blend?

At the center, for contemplation, I checked in with each part of my physical form, being careful to not judge or push any of it away. I started with the soles of my feet and worked my way up. Any time I encountered discomfort, I breathed into the space, just being present to it.

On the way back out, the spaces between became more important. How did my fleets feel in between the steps, when they weren’t in contact with the ground? This may have been the most intriguing for me. It was fascinating to pay attention to the lack of contact.

Normally, my attention/flow/rhythm in the labyrinth is releasing on the way in, contemplation at the center, and receiving on the way out. I kept wanting to think about what I was receiving, but there wasn’t anything. Awareness, to me, just is, and the other stuff just covers it up. This was more about focusing on action (masculine principle) on the way in, and passivity (feminine principle) or lack of action and contact on the way out.

Subsequently, I have been very much in my flow and intuition this afternoon.

Namaste