The weekly Friday feature of Write Anywhere venues here on kristin nador writes anywhere has been a personal challenge as well as a challenge to my readers that we can discover the fuel for creativity anywhere. Whether you are a writer, a painter, a photographer, a musician, a seamstress, a crafter, a poet, a performer, or a creative of any type, you can energize your skills, abilities and inspirations by taking yourself out of the regular routine of life. Allow yourself to hear what’s going on deep in your brain cells and your spirit so it can be expressed through your creative pursuits. The beginning of a new year can be one of the best times to take stock of your creative goals and I found a very unusual place to seek my muse.
Write Anywhere #22: Labyrinth
The sun warmed the crisp winter air as I climbed up a small hill to The Labyrinth in Hunter Park. What’s a labyrinth you might ask? You mean that weird movie with David Bowie? No, labyrinths have been around since ancient times. They are intricate mazes or paths of different shapes that seems chaotic but have a distinct thread that will take you from the outside of the path to the inside. They have existed in many cultures with accompanying symbolic meanings, but there has been a resurgence of interest in labyrinths for spiritual meditation and stress-reduction in recent years. There is even a Labyrinth society where you can search for labyrinths in your local area.
This labyrinth is at the high point of the park where a basketball court once stood. The circular maze is painted on the concrete in bright city-curb yellow. The area was deserted; park visitors congregated at the more active areas of the park like the playground and the dog park below. Not as awe-inspiring as the one at the cathedral of Chartres, but inviting nonetheless. I felt a little silly as I started to follow the path, but I was determined to make this a productive experience.
I took slow measured steps, let the air fill my lungs and tried to empty my mind of all the usual clutter that vies for my attention. I felt a little disconcerted at having no media to consume: no breaking news, no Twitter feed, no email, no phone calls. That’s the signal that tells me I am in need of unplugging so I can concentrate on more important matters.
I thought a little, prayed a little, thought a little more. I can’t say I had some earth-shattering spiritual experience or got a thunderbolt of an idea for my writing, but it refreshed my body and my thought processes. When I sat at a nearby bench to write, the words flowed. Thoughts were expressed. Coincidentally (or not) it brought to mind a passage I had recently read:
“What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident? And are there not moods which need heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland for their expression, no less than this dilapidated earth? Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be men who dare to mix heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland together, or even to set the heads of beasts to the bodies of men, or to thrust the souls of men into the heart of rocks? Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.” – W. B. Keats, The Celtic Twilight
Where did you write this week?