To celebrate this season of first fruits, and contemplate what the harvest may hold, we met at St Luke’s labyrinth. The path towards the labyrinth is slowly gathering more plants- not easy with strong winds and burning hot days. The sounds of a digger, omnipresent in Christchurch these days, was almost muffled by the song of the cicadas, and to the south the Poplar Crescent was a welcome reminder that some parts of the inner city survive.
I guarded the sacred space while nine women walked… and turned… and walked… – One Step at a Time.
“As pilgrims on a road well-trod
this path can lead us close to God.”