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Stepping inside, the sun vanishes from sight and the air around instantly cools my warm skin. And so I begin my journey to find the centre of the maze. Following the hedged wall around, I find myself facing the first choice of the afternoon; Left or right? I ponder this dilemma briefly before turning off to the left and continuing on through. There is something oddly comforting about being lost in here and I have no choice but to let go and listen to the birds singing knowingly all around. Before long, once again, I am faced with another decision. Straight ahead or veer off to the right? Both pathways look tempting in an absolutely identical way. I turn off and continue on. I have been walking now for about twenty minutes, still none the wiser as to the location of my destination.
And as I journey onwards through the leafy maze, I begin to think about all the times I have felt lost. In life, there is no map to guide us. When we hit a wall, we have no choice but to stop, turn around and continue on a different path. Sometimes, we can put so much effort into something only to find ourselves right back where we started, we don't think we will ever have the energy to try again.
But regardless of whether we turn left or right, go straight ahead or turn back the way we came, there will always be another corner to take, another dead end to hit and another choice to make...and that's ok; we always find our way in the end.
And that afternoon I did, just when I least expected it.
I was just in a fall corn maze, and felt very much the same...for some reason it brought me back to the time my mum was sick, how I felt lost, hopeless...after her death I felt the walls had closed in on me...but just like life always does, it goes on, we go on...still putting one foot in front of the other...eventually finding our way.
ReplyDeleteThat's a very powerful image! And you absolutely right...life goes on and we eventually find our way through grief. Thank you so much for sharing that moment mister.
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