In many ways, Advent is like walking a labyrinth for me. I begin the path inward and walk steadily toward centering my heart in a space that leads nowhere else but to Christ, born once again in me. But I cannot stay in the stable. I must get up and begin the outward spiral.
I step on one stone which draws me outside in,
Centripetal propelling of self toward center.
One step, then another, a walk on a labyrinth path.
A center for refilling, refueling, refreshing.
Then reverse, return.
Stepping in an outward spiral,
The centrifuge which slowly spins and scatters this gathered grace,
~Mary Ann Parker, January 19, 2010