Day Five: walking the labyrinth

She sat down in the centre, where a raised platform of stones made a low seat, and pulled a long thorn from the sole of her foot. She had entered the labyrinth in the usual way: hands in prayer position, with a question in mind (what will happen if I walk away?) and the ritualised internal submission, Thy Will Be Done. The gravel of the labyrinths had grown over with a thin layer of weeds but as the summer lengthened, these grew…



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Lucy Weir

Curious: what if words shape ideas and actions? The ecological emergency is us! Connection matters. Yoga, eco-philosophy,