Today, 16 December, is my Mother’s 101st birthday. She died in 1995, and I always remember her on her birthday, which is also Canterbury’s true anniversary day.
In past years I’ve gone to church to honour her, but the building that housed the Liberal Catholic Church is gone and I’ve been unable to trace what’s happened to that tiny congregation. I might have gone to Christ Church Cathedral or St Luke’s, but they are also gone. My mother was a spiritual woman, and I decided the best way to honour and remember her today would be to walk the St Luke’s Labyrinth, and this is what I did.
The labyrinth now has more planting around it, and I love the way it takes you on a journey. You have only to follow the path – no need to weigh up alternatives or make decisions. It’s a walk that involves the heart, rather than the head. There are many twists and turns, with the occasional broad sweep of a half circle. Walking it alone in warm sunlight I felt grounded and in touch with the universe of which my Mother is part.
“Walking the labyrinth was the way
that I remembered her today.”