Weâ€™re almost two weeks into 2015, and somehow, I still have that January 1 attitude.Â I canâ€™t help but feel that new things are waiting in the wings, that life is somehow full ofÂ promise.
What are those things?Â How and when will I find them?Â I donâ€™t know. Â I figure that everything will become clear as I continueÂ down the path of 2015.
About a year ago,Â Â I spent some time atÂ the labyrinth at a nearby retreat center. Â Last January,Â Â I wrote about it as a metaphor for life, for following the path and enjoying the journey.
A few weeks ago, I stole some time to go to the labyrinth again. It looked markedly different from the last time I’d been there.Â Green grass and moss grew around the edges of the path, the result of the rains we finally had last fall after aÂ seeminglyÂ endless stretch of drought.
It all looked so different with the green contouring the edges.Â A labyrinth is always a hopeful place, but this evidence of new life made it even moreso.
I also noticed green spears already breaking through the ground, bulbs getting ready to bloom.Â What kind of flowers will they turn out to be?Â I have no idea. Â I guess that means Iâ€™ll have to go back in a few weeks and find out.
I loved this new, Â green version of the labyrinth. Â It was visual evidence of both the journey and the fruits of the journey. Â It was a reminder that if we walk in mindful faith into this new year, weâ€™ll find surprises along the way, and subtle beauty, and life.
AndÂ thatÂ makesÂ me happy.