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15 Dec 2004 08:56
‘We have lost touch with ourselves,” said Stuart, custodian of the labyrinth. “We have lost touch with our origins and our roots.
The labyrinth is a bridge that can connect us to an ancient part of ourselves.” He gestured dramatically towards the mountains.
I wasn’t sure I actually had an inner voice of wisdom, never mind a role to play in our next evolutionary step, but it all sounded most compelling. Set beside a free-flowing stream under a cool canopy of trees, the labyrinth is one of the highlights of Boondocks Mountain Lodge, a retreat on a natural heritage site in the mountains beyond Barberton, Mpumalanga.
Run by Stuart and Ann Barr, Boondocks is a self-described “retreat for the spiritually minded”, offering eight rooms decorated in an African Zen fashion and a playground of water features, plunge pools, outdoor showers and baths, all fed by pure mountain water. Boondocks is designed to be an holistic and healing sanctuary for the soul. Ann offers reiki, there’s a jacuzzi and steam room and Stuart does workshops. There are niches for meditation, or you can frolic among the birds and animals that live in these riverine valleys and ancient woodlands.
Over dinner, we drank wine and chatted about labyrinths and the meaning of life. Labyrinths have reappeared throughout history at times of spiritual crisis, said Stuart, and are undergoing a revival, if for no other reason than simply because we need them. Their origin is buried in the mists of time and they have appeared in Greek mythology and Roman mosaics, and have resurfaced in various forms around the world from Neolithic tombs in Kuzannaz, Sardinia to Hopi Indian reservations in Northern Arizona. And now of course in Barberton.
I set out at dawn to walk the labyrinth. The difference between a maze and a labyrinth, I’d been told, is that you lose yourself in a maze and find yourself in a labyrinth. I found myself tired and grumpy when I arrived, however, so I sat on some big stone steps overlooking the labyrinth trying to figure it all out. Boondocks’s labyrinth is based on one in Chartres Cathedral in France, with a few subtle deviations to accommodate the trees.
It was deliciously calm out here. My tetchiness receded as branches rustled and monkeys chattered in the distance. Even Scout, the Barr’s dog, who had followed me here, assumed a meditative canine pose.
After a bout of deep breathing, I removed my shoes and entered the labyrinth. Labyrinths are designed as a single path, one way in and one way out, and the straight line at the entrance/exit is believed to symbolise Mother Earth’s umbilical cord and the birth canal. During the walk, Ann had told me, one should relax the mind, but remain alert to follow the path and feel the feminine energy. This state of relaxed alertness is the ideal form of meditation and opens you up messages of inspiration or creativity.
But after 10 steps I hadn’t received any messages and my role in humanity’s evolution suddenly seemed very bleak indeed. So I sat down and burst into tears. The monkeys stopped chattering, Scout look concerned and from the koppies I heard a desolate baboon bark. So I cried even harder. I wept for the loss of my late brother, for the pain of our family, for the spiritual bankruptcy of the world, for man’s inhumanity to man. I wept for all the culled elephants, frightened people, abandoned cats and homeless children. Scout came and sat next to me.
I sobbed and beat my chest, and just when I thought I would implode with self-pity, I took a deep breath and a great calm washed over me. I wobbled bravely to my feet and continued to walk the labyrinth, concentrating on breathing, taking measured steps and trying to notice every lovely thing around me — a shiny green leaf, a dew drop, the trill of an insect. I started to feel pleasantly philosophical.
One of the loveliest effects of walking a labyrinth is returning to a state of physical equilibrium. I felt my mind clear, my shoulders loosen. Underfoot I felt the cool stones of the labyrinth and below them, the power of ancient rocks dating back 3,5-billion years. I heard the stream’s whisper, I felt the morning breeze caress my cheeks. I felt like Kahlil Gibran.
It took me about an hour to walk through the labyrinth and when I emerged, I felt light and clear, like a tender sibyl, a benign sprite. So I took another deep breath and went back in again. Perhaps as Saint Augustine once said, it is all solved by walking ...
Boondocks Mountain Lodge offers either catered or self-catering options. For more information call (013) 726 0140; 082 808 2733; e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org or go on a virtual visit to www.boondocks.co.za
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