Labyrinth Walks and Reflections

The labyrinth conspires with you to rewrite the story of your life into one worthy of your magnificence. Old stories fall away as you open to one of the most gentle transitions you have ever experienced. All you need to do is take the first step.

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Nancy’s passion for building triple spiral labyrinths is born of a deep commitment to honor the earth. She builds labyrinths that gently awaken people to the power of meaningful connection with the land we all live and love on.

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Thoughts from the Labyrinth

Creating new stories

IMG_7160I’m headed in to town driving my old, wobbly van to take the dog to the groomers.  This is exciting, because several months ago I attempted to take her to the groomer and she refused to get in the van.  I thought that this was it, she was never leaving the property, because the van was the only vehicle that she would even consider getting into.

So, I’m happily driving down, listening to music and humming to myself when I suddenly notice that I am currently driving over a crosswalk, and there is a fellow trying to cross the street.  Holy moly, I know that guy!  That’s my friend, Ian.  After the adrenaline spike comes the remorse, compounded by the fact that I knew him!  He’s a dear friend!  And now, there’s a motorcycle cop at my window, siren pulsing, gesturing to move off the road. Continue Reading →

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What am I reaching for?

statue on triple spiral labyrinthI was startled by this question.  While I spend much of my time paying attention to where I’m placing my attention, I haven’t thought about the moments or places just past where my attention is.  I don’t think about reaching much at all.  That is obvious by the point of focus on the photographs I take. I love the close, cropped views.

I focus on what’s here and now for the most part.  It’s partly a practice of mine to stay in the present as I have spent much of my life living in the past, thinking about past grievances, or traumas.  I began shifting that particular habit about a decade ago and have become happily adept at recommitting to being here in the present moment on a regular basis. Continue Reading →

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What are your intentions?


I have been struggling with the whole concept of intention setting for a while now.  Actually, to be completely truthful, when I first set out on this “awakening” journey (not that I knew that’s what I was up to when I started, mind you), I didn’t even really understand what they (the mentors, the books, the friends) were talking about.  And then when I finally got a vague understanding of the concept, I began fighting with it.

This idea that we set intentions for where we want to be in the future, and that will guide us there — It’s magic; it’s the universe at work, etc.  I do believe it’s magic and that it’s the universe at work, and yet, I still fought it.  I’ve watched it work for others, in fact, people have written books about it, gotten rich teaching and preaching about it, and still I fought.  Continue Reading →

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New Fire ElementI’ve been doing an evolving form of ritual for my clients for several years now.  For whatever reason, it had not occurred to me to perform that same ritual for myself.  This morning as I headed out to the labyrinth, I started thinking about the antique copper bowl I bought yesterday to create the Fire element in the fountain near the entrance to the labyrinth.  I quite liked this sweet little bowl, so I headed in to the cottage to retrieve it.

Yesterday when I brought it back to the cottage, I had placed seven small pieces of fossilized whale bone on a bed of Hawaiian black sea salt in the bottom of the copper bowl and placed the votive candle holder on top. Continue Reading →

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Sunset in Santa Cruz, CA

The scratches on the table leg are deep, angled from the same direction, so it looks like they were made over time, rather than all at once.  A repeated behavior that had a harmful impact.  I noticed the scratches as I was moving the table to sweep beneath in and around these pedestal legs.  My first thought was to blame the dog or the cat.  They like to hang out at my feet and this is the table I write at.  So I’m here in this spot a lot, being useful, and being not useful. Continue Reading →

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