What fits?

I weave a silence on my lips
I weave a silence into my mind
I close my eyes to distractions
I close my eyes to attentions
I close my eyes to temptations
Calm me, O Lord, as you stilled the storm
Still me, O Lord, and keep me from harm
Enfold me, O Lord, in your peace.

This strikes me as a perfect prayer for a labyrinth. The point is to enter a meditation, and closing my mouth is the first step. Stopping the thoughts of mundanities – what I had to eat last, what I’m going to eat next; what I’m going to do next; what I read last, what I’ll read next – all of the whirling, chaotic thoughts that don’t even have time to fully form before the next one intrudes.

Closing my eyes to distractions is harder. Shadows falling unexpectedly, one of the cats meowing for some reason or another, PITA doing his typical loud bathing, all little things that can turn me away from my purpose. Attentions, to my stomach, to the cats, to whoever just signed on to AIM, some insect flying around… Temptations, to just get up, walk away and give up trying to put everything else away for a moment. To write the whole thing off as another failed experiment… even the “failure” part – the insistence that it’s just something else that I’m not good at, not good enough to do.

Then attention turns outward again, but in a different way. Calm me, O Lord. I keep getting so caught up in what I can and can’t do for myself that I forget. It can feel like I’m drowning in a storm of my own making. Still me, O Lord. Like someone who’s drowning, I’m desperately, ineffectively, grasping at anything and everything. Help me to know that I can trust. Enfold me, O Lord. Like a warm blanket wrapped around me, the peace that comes from calm and trust helps me to have the strength to go on, to know I can weather the next storm.

I tried using a hot glue gun to trace out the lines of a labyrinth to follow with my finger, give texture as well as sight. It works, but not as well as I’d hoped. The open areas between are narrow to start with, and when the glue pools or glops in an area, it narrows it even further. Perhaps I just need somethng a little larger. Maybe I need to find a walking labyrinth.

Next, I had a printed copy of this image, and started coloring in the path, again to give it texture, but also to make myself slow down rather than going at it with a set pace.

I set a playlist of some of my favorite instrumental music to play as I started this, and each song brought emotions, thoughts, mental pictures. So far, this is my favourite way to go about it. I may use this playlist on my mp3 player and walk the labyrinth at church, as well.

*Comment on original by Eric on Nov. 25, 2008 at 05:31:01

In other times, in other places, they called it walking the spiral. Spiral motifs were often used as a depiction of an inner journey, seeking from outward toward the center, from chaos to calm, distraction to determination. I’m glad you’ve found your way.

*Comment on original by Kes on Nov. 25, 2008 at 05:33:33

I’m not completely sure I have found my way. This is one way I’m exploring, though.

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