It is the return of the light, the time of the wattle blooms and sprouting bulbs in the frost. Traditionally, this is the time to walk the labyrinth.
I circle in. I get dizzy. I stumble and I loose our way. I keep putting one foot in front of the other. I do not focus on the end, but one step ahead. One step at a time, and suddenly, surprisingly, I am out.
I am walking the labyrinth. Every day. Remind me to put one foot in front of the other, to not focus on the end. Remind me I will be out soon. May it be sooner than I think.