Hello, I hope you had a wonderful week.

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I’ve been taking advantage of the beautiful weather… working around the garden…& walking the beaches. I think you will enjoy today’s post… 🐝 especially if you can’t walk the beach each day. Today you will get a little sand between your toes, and a little beach in your heart.

perhaps even walk away with a little beach philosophy for everyday life🐳

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Walking a Labyrinth

by

Marcia Ren

Published July 2016

 

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Denny Dyke creates labyrinths…

and…

he is very good at it.🐠

 

 

🐟No doubt in my mind this guy is talented.🐡

 

 

I introduced myself mentioning I was a newbie to the Oregon coast…write a blog and was interested in learning a little about him. He was extremely helpful with sharing about himself.

 

 

Two things I’ll share…

First, he’s from California. (grin)

Second…

(and I must admit most amazing)

is that he mentioned that he never knows what he’s going to create.

 

 

He just begins.

 

 

And, on the 4th of July Denny drew his longest labyrinth here on the Oregon coast.🐬

 

 

I made sure to get up early to watch as he drew…

and his groomers groomed.

 

 

I’ve walked a labyrinth several times before when I lived in California.

 

 

However…

I’ve never been fortunate enough to watch as one was being created.

 

 

Perhaps…

you have experienced a labyrinth walk before…

 

 

A labyrinth is not a maze or a puzzle to be solved but a path of meaning to be experienced.

 

 

It’s path is circular…

often convoluted…

and never has a dead end.

 

 

An interesting thing about a labyrinth…

is that they have only one entrance…

one way in and one way out.🐠

 

 

As you walk the path you go around short curves…

and long curves…

sometimes you find yourself on the inner edge…

other times you will circle around the center.

 

 

You can’t get lost during a labyrinth walk…

however…

very frequently you experience the feeling of not quite knowing where you are going.

 

 

As I was walking…

I often moved with ease…

and felt confidant as I moved forward.

 

 

And, then there were other times…

when the path seemed a little blurred…

and I found myself moving more cautiously.

 

 

Occasionally I needed to stop, reflect, and allow others to go ahead. By the time I approached it’s center I realized that the walk had taken me through all sorts of twists, and turns.

 

 

Sometimes I shared my path with another…

and other times…

I had been walking alone🐡

 

 

At the heart of my walk I experienced life in it’s richest form. An experience which that often at times what appears to be an ending point, is often only the beginning of another.

Happy beginning to a great weekend. ..