On going home.
An early a.m. flight to Kansas City took me home to visit family.
I rediscovered the comfortable intimacy between Mom and Dad.
And witnessed the beauty of a flower arbor in an urban community garden.
I walked a prayer labyrinth.
And savored my parents' delicately prepared lunches: thinly sliced apples, oranges, jalapeno mac and cheese, sweet potato, cream corn and salmon patties.
I sipped on a cold beer.
I lingered at my sister and brother-in-law's 30-acre timbered property, where chickens roamed.
And flowers blossomed.
Where four-wheeling was the norm.
And kitty cats played.
While smiles lit up the view.
Hello Jacqui,
When I tweeted your post, I wrote: “Feeling like I was there!”.
Thank you for bringing us into your world. From your post, I could feel how important relationships, nature, camaraderie and animals are to you and to your grounding.
The photo of the prayer labyrinth intrigued me greatly. Questions percolated ~ Was there a reason that the labyrinth called to you? What was your heart feeling? What were your thoughts as you walked it?
Perhaps, this is fodder for another post? 🙂 Always looking forward to your writing,
Jackie Yun
Greetings Jackie!
I'm so glad you felt transported when reading this! That warms my heart.
In regard to the prayer labyrinth, I may have misspoken, as 'walking a prayer labyrinth,' in its truest sense probably would mean I walked through the exact path shown in the above photo. In fact, while visiting with my dad, I actually walked amid the labyrinth, in a more casual way, while asking my father questions about this new addition to the church property, (its purpose, etc.).
While visiting, I felt calmly connected to the meditative feel in such a natural yet unusual looking space, and quite frankly, the word 'labyrinth' evoked a feeling of unabashed wandering, exploring the wonderment for life and spirituality. Wow – what a great question, Jackie! You really got me to thinking!
You're right – could be the nutrients for a separate post!
Warmly, Jacqui