Captain’s Log 5,572
There is nothing quite like walking your friend to her car after a nice dinner and then walking back to the house to find that you have managed to lock yourself out! Cold. Barefoot. No phone. And your friend is driving down the street.
Fortunately (for some reason known only to the gods), I opened up some of the lower windows yesterday afternoon. Thank goodness for that, because I had to crawl through one of those lower windows (after ripping out the screening) to get back into the house. Hilarious! I broke into my own house! I had to make sure that the floor lamp didn’t fall on my head.
Earlier in the evening, my friend and I were talking about spiritual stuff. She said she had never walked a labyrinth. Well, as fate would have it, a Lutheran church not very far away has a full-sized labyrinth made of stone. It is open and available to anyone 24 hours a day. So off we went. It was such a sweet experience.
Full size labyrinth based on the same design as the one at the Cathedral Chartres in France (but two rings smaller – I checked)
One doesn’t usually expect to find such a thing a few blocks from your house. There are lots of reasons about why labyrinths were built and what they mean. I prefer the explanation that walking a labyrinth is walking with your soul for a journey that leads you to your beginning. Because that is exactly what happens. Sweet. Tender. We both enjoyed it very much.
And then it was back to reality when I had to cut the screen and crawl headfirst into my living room. All in a day.