It’s a beautiful fall day and the weather is crisp and bright… The sun is shining golden, warming the edges of everything. I have a day off and decide to take myself out on a date to lunch and then to the park to write. Upon arriving at the park I head up an unfamiliar path and find, much to my delight, a newly created nature area. From the looks of things it appears to be in the process of still being completed but the groundwork is in place: glinting white pebble pathways, scattered park benches of pale, cedar wood, the planks still giving off a pungent, woodsy smell. A rock garden anchors one side with tall, multi leveled, cut cylinder stones arranged artfully, haphazardly, imbuing the area with the simplicity and serenity of a Zen garden. At another end is a brick outlined, red pebble bed labyrinth- perfect for the contemplative walker. I make a note to meander the spirals of its maze in my bare feet. The symmetry and mandala like geometry of...
Women's Spiritual Poetry