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9.22.13 … balance and imbalance …

“Solvitur  Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2013  labyrinth walks,  Myers Park Baptist Church – Charlotte NC, Romare Bearden Park, Panthers:

I received a lovely invitation from fellow walker Cheryl at MPBC:
This coming Sunday, September 22, is the Autumn Equinox, a day when a near-equal amount of light and darkness engulfs the Northern Hemisphere.
 
What a perfect time to take a walk through the Labyrinth!
 
If you are interested in participating in a light lunch followed by a “balanced walk” please plan on meeting me after worship in the Conference Room.
I put it on my calendar.
I attended worship first … a bit of a downer; the interim pastor focused on the Parable of the Dishonest/Unjust/Shrewd Manager, wickedness,  and the theology of Reinhold Niebuhr.
However, it was an absolutely glorious Autumn day!
I am definitely feeling out of balance before I walk.  I can’t find the group.  I see several people who I would love to spend some time with catching up, but there is no time.  I finally find the group, and there are only 3.
Cheryl has prepared booklets for our balanced walk.  I love quotes, so this is a nice surprise.
I immediately notice that the labyrinth at midday is 1/2 shade and  1/2 sun.  Perfect balance.
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We all walk shoeless.  Lovely walk … I hear the cicadas and crickets and see ants on the labyrinth.
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And I enjoyed this Keats’ poem celebrating Fall …

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,

Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cider-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,–

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

via To Autumn- Poets.org – Poetry, Poems, Bios & More.

After the labyrinth walk, I headed downtown/uptown to the Panthers’ game.  I walked through the new Romare Bearden Park.  What a great addition to Charlotte!!

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Panthers v. Giants, 38-0 … Very unbalanced game. I think they call that a blowout!!   🙂


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