We recently took an unexpected, out of town trip to be with a relative in the hospital. A few days into the visit, I noticed myself thinking that once we got home I would get back on track – back to my Lent journey, back to “my life”.
Then I remembered the labyrinth and the way the path can turn so that you seem to be moving farther from the center when actually you are getting closer. I had to laugh at myself. I wasn’t off track at all. This visit was part of my path. The path had just turned an unexpected direction. I needed to live these days with the awareness of being on my path, not as if I was in a holding pattern waiting to get back on track.
What unexpected turns are happening on your path? Do you see them as part of the journey rather than taking you off track?