We got up near noon, and decided to drive up the north end of West Maui, hearing it was beautiful. After getting assorted snacks and drinks, we made our way north, and as we drove, we were awed by the beauty. It was incredible, and it made my love of Maui grow deeper. But it was one spot that solidified my decision.
Pulling over onto the side of the road, we grabbed the camera and headed towards a light beacon and two pools protected from the ocean waves by rocks that we had heard about. As we made our way down the fields, I was stopped short – there was a stone labyrinth next to the sea cliff. The stones had obviously been placed here long ago, judging by how deep they were in the ground and the grass growing over and covering some. But the path of the labyrinth was worn, and it was obvious many, many people had walked it. A welling of divinity flooded me, and an image flashed in my mind of a book cover – and I realized that, a short year or so ago, I had read about this place. Thousands have come here. I had forgotten all about it, but She had lead me to it nonetheless.
My love, seeing my awe of the labyrinth, left to explore the rocks so I could be alone. I put down my water bottle and approached the entrance and paused, letting my eyes sweep over it, feeling the gusting wind on my body. May I enter? I let my heart put out into the breeze. And deep within, I felt the resounding yes and stepped forward.
I walked slowly, feeling the grass under my feet and the sacredness dancing around me. The energy I knew as Spirit could be felt, palpable in the air, as it pressed around me. My skin tingled and my bones knew where I was. The energy bubbled up in my throat as I walked the labyrinth, and I let a song escape from my throat, feeling the energy flowing out with the words and the notes. Tears pricked my eyes as I felt myself overcome by Her, by the Universe, by the sacred love of the earth itself.
The wind blew around me and the ocean roared, crashing against the cliff, as I stepped finally into the center of the labyrinth and my song ended. I sat on the ground in front of the small mound of rocks, in which people had recently placed offerings – pennies, and a fresh coconut. Closing my eyes, I surrendered myself to Spirit and let it flow through me as the tears flowed also down my cheeks. I could feel Her in me, above me, beside me, beneath me, and it was all I could to not cry out in joy.
When I heard my love say my name, I opened my eyes. I kissed my fingers and gave them to the sky, the earth, and the mound of offerings. Wishing terribly that I had something to give, I gave instead my unending awe and love, and the promise that I would return. I stood then, and walked back through the labyrinth, giving thanks with every step, allowing Spirit to push me along. At the entrance once more, I kissed the air, reached my hands out, and brought them back to my heart. I could hear Her message, loud and clear.
This is where I belong.
Such a sacred space. While not spiritual for anyone except for me, probably, this is how I had felt about my trip to Antelope Island. I can’t really explain. I’ve talked about my trip there on my blog a lot, because it’s with me so so deeply and I still remember how I felt and it’s a good feeling!
I am SO glad you got to experience this!!!
Thank you for the comment, wonderful lady!
I’m so glad I got to experience it, as well. I felt inklings of it in other forms – in my own sacred space, in a beautiful natural setting, even in a cathedral in Germany. But I’ve never felt it so strong as I did in that labyrinth, which had been used by thousands of people who adore Spirit. I feel so blessed – and it’s so funny to think that if my love hadn’t pointed it out to me, I wouldn’t have seen it! I had my nose stuck to the ground, trying to watch my step, and I would have passed right by if he hadn’t given me a nudge and pointed it out! Just one more reason to love him. <3
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