We began the path…
“Then it seemed like falling into a labyrinth. We thought we were at the finish, but our way bent round and we found ourselves as it were back at the beginning and just as far from that which we were seeking at first.” (Wikipedia)
Rhythm… Unity… Enlightenment… Surrender
“But I can’t write,” she said and then she wrote and she stopped and she wrote and she stopped and she walked the path and the path ended in a desert. Bound in this spot, she dug her way out.
Contemplation
(Walk the Path)
Patience
(Walk the Path)
Salvation
(Walk the path)
Transformation
If she doesn’t see herself she feels miserable. She has to see herself in that mirror. “All you can do here is leave,” she wrote.
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“The labyrinth (like life) is a structure consisting of a number of intercommunicating passages arranged in bewildering complexity, through which it is impossible to find one’s way out without guidance.”
The secret?
The way in is the way out.
Walk the path Pilgrim. Losing the outside world quiets the mind.
Love. Anger. Joy. Sorrow. All merge as one.
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MosaicMoods 
That’s beautiful… your piece, and these words.
Thanks for taking a look Joanna. It means a lot to me that you like the words too. What a fine compliment coming from you.
So pretty!!!
I just wanted to stop by and say “Happy New Year!” to one of my favourite artists.
This line: ‘“All you can do here is leave,” she wrote.’ struck a chord so deep down I’m still trying to work out how it sounds. Does that make sense?
Anyhoo, I haven’t been around as much online lately, I just wanted to let you know that I still read every post, and still long for a piece of your art, even if life gets in the way of me commenting as often as I should.
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Hi across the pond! You think you are not around, huh? But you are! Thanks to your blog, I can see you any time I choose. I am astounded at your growth last year, professionally and personally.
Labyrinth, and all my work really, has been a search for how to get unstuck where I have been stuck for a long, long time.
I am thrilled that you still read MM. I hardly write any more. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m writing out in space, where no one can hear it. Maybe soon I will write again.