On Sunday I joined The Labyrinth Society’s 365 Club. I’ve committed to walking a labyrinth daily. Since it rained that day, I walked a finger labyrinth.
I’ve been reading The Wisdom to Know the Difference by fellow Philadelphian Eileen Flanagan. In her book, Eileen includes a meditation exercise, which I incorporated into my labyrinth walk today.
Sitting in the darkness, I closed my eyes, relaxed, traced the familiar curves, and concentrated on my breathing. As I breathed in, I murmured the word “courage.” As I exhaled, I repeated the word “serenity,” as if I was exhaling all worry and stress.
I was surprised by the deep emotions I felt as I concentrated on those two words. As I arrived at the center of the labyrinth, it became clear to me that what I’d been lacking lately was courage. I’ve been fearful of moving from where I am to where the Divine has been gently showing me I should be.
I’ve been fearful of how my religiously conservative mother and extended family will react to some of the decisions I’ve made within the past few years. The inner struggle, the wrestling with what I’ve been conditioned to believe and what my heart is telling me, has been difficult, and the labyrinth at St. Thomas’ Episcopal Church in Blue Bell (PA) holds many of my tears.
It took courage for me to de-program years of teachings, but I’ve come to a place where I can accept myself fully and completely, knowing that I AM worthy, and realizing that the Almighty is a loving creator, not a jealous fire-and-brimstone god who is ready to throw me into a lake of fire.
Why then don’t I have the courage to face my family and to accept the direction in which the Divine is leading me?
“Courage . . . Serenity . . . Courage . . . Serenity.” Powerful words, a powerful mantra. It has opened up a flood of emotions with which I must grapple. I am going to continue meditating on these two words during my labyrinth walks.