New old painting

This is the original painting I did for my Healing Labyrinth Path CD:


This was the first one I did. When I paint, I add flower essences into the rinse water so that those frequencies go into the painting. Because that's the way I roll. ;-) Anyway, as I've been rebuilding the labyrinth website, John Morgan, who knows a bit more about graphic design, worked on the original to brighten it up. I must say that I'm quite taken with it. It still has original texture, but the colour is more vibrant, making it pop. The red represents the red raspberries I used to have in my first labyrinth, and the yellow dots are dandelions that I put in there especially for Dave Dobson. His aunt told a story that when he was 3 years old, he ate a dandelion. Once. That was all it took to learn that dandelions don't taste so good! As I've been circling back to labyrinths--as I am Labyrinth Gal, I've been thinking about how much has changed since my first CD, almost 3 years ago. The updated labyrinth graphic reflects those changes. Thanks, John. And thanks, Dave, wherever you are.

BEAUTIFUL. :-)

The Labyrinth Path

The Labyrinth Path
Walk with a sense of humour;
it will ease your burdens.
Walk with a sense of ADVENTURE,
and be open to new possibilities.
Walk with a sense of GRATITUDE,
and be receptive to ABUNDANCE.
Walk with a sense of JOY,
and experience JOY with others.
Walk connected to the Earth,
and be grounded in your world.
Walk connected to others,
and have LOVE in your heart.
Walk with intention,
and create your reality.
Walk with God,
and find your place
in this Universe.

Life is Like a Labyrinth

I was traveling with my Resonance Repatterning friends Dee & Jane to a seminar in upstate New York. It was held at the Empowerment Center, an old school in the middle of nowhere outside Goshen. I love it there. It's beautiful and remote with hundred-year-old lilac bushes that are like trees. We had driven for 6 hours and it was approaching midnight as we were on the final stretch down the back road. Up ahead were those orange barrels and a road block. That was not a good sign. The bridge was not there. Instead, there was a crane sitting in the middle of the creek, and some cryptic note saying to follow the detour signs. Detour signs? What detour signs? There were detour signs? Where?
We could see the building lit up on the hill, a 3 minute drive away. The detour signs took us in circles, so we stopped for directions. Several times. We finally got there 2 hours later. I had decided that no matter what, we were going to keep the situation cheerful. There's nothing worse than being in a situation and then getting all grumpy along with it. The situation is the situation. I would like to take credit for such enlightenment, but I had just re-read Victor Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning prior to our trip. In the whole vast configuration of things, getting lost in Goshen was spit compared to what he went through. One of the things he said after surviving the Nazi concentration camp was, "Everything can be taken from a man but ...the last of the human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way."
So we chose to laugh. And we did. We came upon Crack Street. Plumber jokes abounded! I think we laughed more in those 2 hours than the whole weekend, and a weekend with Chloe Wordsworth is pretty spectacular.
The next morning as the seminar was about to begin, I handed Chloe a gift which she set on a table to open later. She began by welcoming us and telling us that some people had given up and didn't make it. She said, "We've all come through a labyrinth to get here."
"Chloe," I whispered. "You have to open your gift, now. It's very appropriate." So she opened the LABYRINTH journal that I made for her. Inside I had written:

Life is Like a Labyrinth

Whatever path you are on, you ARE on a path.
Sometimes it may feel like you’re going in circles,

and then you turn the corner,

and you’re closer to your goal.
The journey is just as important as the destination.
Weather happens & the terrain may be rocky,
Seasons come and go. In all these things,
You get to choose if you’ll SMILE on your path
And who you’ll share your journey with.
May your path bring you BEAUTY, JOY,
and much, much LOVE and LAUGHTER .

BLESSINGS to you on your path, wherever you are. :-) LOVE, H.