Friday, 11 March 2016
I walked a labyrinth last night.
Each time I opened my eyes while on the path I didn't know if I had been standing still for a thousand years or ten seconds.
The idea that I could have an out of body experience for the asking drifted through my head. I decided against it. Not because the idea was frightening - impossible to be frightened in the labyrinth, but because I was mildly concerned about getting back.
About wanting to come back -
the place of no time was so peaceful.
Eventually the path led me out of the labyrinth.
As instructed I turned back to face the entrance and said, "Thank-you".
And then I left.
Somehow a very different person.