She found herself laughing, practically giddy, as she stood in this sacred place. She didn’t even scold the voice in her head that said, “Wait a second, people aren’t supposed to feel giddy here! You are supposed to be seriously contemplative, not playfully contemplative! Follow the rules missy miss!”
How deliciously free it felt to look up to the sky in a quasi-sun salutation only to get the Divine authorization to keep being and doing exactly what she was being lead to be or do.
“Does this include leaving without finishing the labyrinth course?”
“You betcha!” she heard.
Laughter reigns.
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