It was the end of the night. Everyone for the most part had packed up for the evening and was heading for home. So I asked Kamora to tell me about her Labyrinth and she said “It would just be best to walk it.” And I agreed.
Kamora and I stood at the edge of The Labyrinth, we are different but together. We reflected on the day and all the beauty it held, we walked. But not on the same path… I went left, she went right.
Through all the twists and turns of the walkway I found myself within the twists and turns of my mind. Flashes of a chaotic world punch my psyche, I round the next corner. Reflections of happy new faces roll through my thoughts, passing like a leaf on a babbling brook. It was a good day. My mind mirrors my world and then my soul. I get past the shock and horror, I find my joys and let the abiding thoughts flow. Breath in …
I thought I had taken a wrong turn at this point, I ended up in my heart. You could tell it had been broken more than once. Stitched and bruised, but warm. You could tell it had powered through the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s always pressed on even when my brain told it to give up, stop, and die. But it’s the heart that drives us while the mind navigates its course. I thanked it for the all the hard work and dedication it put in over the years during my darkest hours, for being my guiding light, and for being a source of warmth during my times of joy that I wished would never end. I wish this thing was small and black, things would be less complicated. Breath out…
I wondered what Kamora was thinking about… But it didn’t matter, I was in the deep. Meditation in motion. Shaman hothouse type stuff. My body moved with and through my mind. This wasn’t a head full of edibles, nor a buzz of any kind. This high was different, it was connected to introspection. Our inner space becomes our outer space and the thin line in between is us.
We then both reached the center of The Labyrinth, the ride was over. We both stood there staring at one another for a moment and shared a heart felt hug. In the end two completely different people, on 2 different paths with different backgrounds, thoughts, and beliefs met in the middle. No judgement or expectation. Just 2 people… 2 forces of nature who met in the middle and for that brief moment in time somehow represented all that was right and good in the world.
Halloweed Bazaar
Authors Note:
It was a great event with cool people, vendors, and entertainment. However, this is the portion of the evening that really stuck out in my mind. Normally when communicating it’s always said “Know your audience.” In this case it was a communication that gets the audience to know themselves.
Thank you Kamora for a great experience and environment.
