The Island Labyrinth
The labyrinth wound around the forest, the path twisting and turning in on itself. It is the only one of its kind and size. Legend has it a Wizard created it with the toss of a single magic sphere while fending off marauders wielding sharply spiked maces who were trying to overtake the island paradise. Overnight the forest grew and the next morning the labyrinth appeared.
Searchers of the spiritual peace offered by the meditative walk arrive by ship then they are ferried into the small castle that serves as a home to the followers of the Goddess Flidias. On special occasions, the kitchen roasts a pig and lays out a great feast. The scent of searing meat enticing the feral cats out of hiding hoping to snag a scrap when the cooks weren’t watching.
With the sun beginning to brighten the morning sky, the meditators make their way onto the pathway to walk in contemplation, slowly pacing toward and away from the guardian trees, each quiet in the solitude of their own mind, alone amoung the many.
Their minds at peace, their hearts centred they return home with renewed spirits emanating a calming influence over the chaos of their daily lives.
Cheryle – May 31, 2018