via Daily Prompt: Conveyor
Signs, portents, omens. The hero is awakened by the herald, a harbinger (or two, or three). Gandalf sparks Frodo, Hagrid awakens Harry Potter, or Pooh to piglet The shady one, the mysterious one, the edgy one, is the harbinger, the one who calls or perhaps, the one who points. Some are explicit, some are covert, but whichever, whomever, they unveil the beginning of a path, a journey, sometimes an adventure. We all need a harbinger ot two in our lives, someone who will spark the journey, the adventure, the next step. And, in our own way, we all need to be a harbinger for someone.
As Winnie the Pooh says:-
"I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen."
Winnie the Pooh (A.A. Milne)
I’ve been pondering this quote for some time.
“To take shape a journey must have fixed bearings, as a basket has ribs and a book its themes. The clearest way to understand … our journey … is to look at a single woven basket’s basic design … First, two splits or reeds are centered, like the cardinal points of a compass. Then, two more splits of equal size and length are added. These are the ribs of teh basket. Weaving begins at the center … over … under … over … under … until it is finished. From the simplest basket to the most complex … this principle is the same. The ribs must be centered and held in balance. In a sense, they are the fixed bearings that guide the rythm of weaving.” (from: Marilou Awiakta Seiu, ‘Seeking the Corn Mothers Wisdom”)
And therefore, the bearings that guide our journey. In short, we need to have a guiding principle, we need a frame, a community, a place in the world. And we need to be held by that community, held by those principles. When we have these things in our lives, when we are held, when we are centered, we weave a journey that is rich, under, over, under, over, until we are finished.
Circles are in every aspect of life, from pratical wheels, to notions of the family circle, to schemas of life itself, the unbroken circle of love is one of those. The labyrinth is, for me, a special type of circle (and although not all labyrinths are circles, most are), it is a place to be still while yet moving, to be meditative, mindful, centered. I can be lost in a labyrinth without losing my way, and I leave things behind in the center if I want to or need to.
The labyrinth is also an ancient circle, an ancient wisdom (back to the Minoan civilization, and across other cultures on every continent) which doesn’t so much speak to me directly, but as through patient ferment, through the rhythm of our shared path. And it is a circle of life in that it breathes life through that rhythm, the movement is crucial, and so is stopping and pausing at the turns, and waiting in the center.
Sometimes I am on this journey alone, sometimes I encounter others along the way.
This circle is a friend, a real friend who holds a space for me and yet challenges too.