Wandering in Circles

I watch her walk from room to room, touching the walls, furniture, doors. She stops and stares with blank, empty, clouded cornea, into the surrounding space. Some times she smiles, or laughs - out loud. The way one is meant to laugh at the fun and joy of life. Then her head wobbles that customary rock and roll atop her neck we have come to associate with the blind. She cracks herself up.

I wonder what is funny. What has tickled her so? I ask, but she can't hear me. I laugh, too, because it is easy and rich. My heart opens softly and if I let the laugh sink in tears trickle down my cheek. Whatever she has released, it is good.

The wandering isn't always so pleasant, but neither is life. It's all about balance. We take the joy and the pain and walk the labyrinth finding depth and understanding in our soul.

Reflecting on being...on the path.