I plan to head over to the church near me that has a small labyrinth. I've been meaning to walk it for years. Today will be a good day to do that, to remember all the labyrinths I've walked.
I feel a small stab of sadness--once I yearned to have a labyrinth near me. Now I do, and I don't walk it.
It's one of many spiritual practices I've moved away from--although I'm still happy to come across a labyrinth and walk it. That's one of the benefits of a spiritual practice: it's still there, waiting for us, a sign to point us back to what's essential.
I'm surprised by how often I've written about labyrinths, but I probably shouldn't be. It's a practice that I've always loved, and that I've experienced in a multitude of ways and approaches.
Today, I give thanks for these labyrinths, in both likely and unlikely places.