Take yourself out to lunch with your Feng Shui friends! Following the tour, we have a 1:00pm lunch reservation at Muffuletta Café (great food and atmosphere!) in St. Anthony Village, St. Paul. This is very near to the starting point of our tour. Please indicate at Registration if you and your guest will join us! This is a self-pay event.
There are a limited number of spots on the bus, so register today by clicking the button below.New for this event: If you wish to pay by check you may register here online, and your check must ARRIVE at the address indicated on or before September 23.
Readings by Lisa Moriarty between labyrinths:
Reading One Location: Peace Lutheran Church - opening welcome:
Reading: The Labyrinth Prayer
We stand together
We honor sacred space
We honor the labyrinth
We honor the east
We honor air
We receive grace
We honor the south
We honor fire
We share responsibility
We honor the West
We honor water
We enjoy life
We honor the North
We honor earth
We stand for truth
We honor the Above
We honor space
We are free
We honor the Below
We honor the dark
We are safe
We honor the Within
We honor ourselves
We honor each other
We are love
We are the peacekeepers
We are the caretakers
We are the lightbearers
We are all
We are one
We stand together.
Written by my friend, Carol House 2002
Reading Two Location: Peace Lutheran Church - lower level candle lighting labyrinth walk:
Reading: For Light
Light cannot see inside things.
That is what dark is for;
Minding the interior,
Nurturing the draw of growth
Through places where death
In its own way turns into life.
In the glare of neon times,
Let our eyes not be worn
By surfaces that shine
With hunger made attractive.
That our thoughts may be true light,
Finding their way into words
Which have the weight of shadow
To hold the layers of truth.
That we never place our trust
In minds claimed by empty light,
Where one-sided certainties
Are driven by false desire.
When we look into the heart,
May our eyes have the kindness
And reverence of candlelight.
That the searching of our minds
Be equal to the oblique
Crevices and corners where
The mystery continues to dwell,
Glimmering in fugitive light.
When we are confined inside
The dark house of suffering
That moonlight might find a window.
When we become false and lost
That the severe noon-light
Would cast our shadow clear.
When we love, that dawn-light
Would lighten our feet
Upon the waters.
As we grow old, that twilight
Would illuminate treasure
In the fields of memory.
And when we come to search for God,
Let us first be robed in the night,
Put on the mind of morning,
To feel the rush of light
Spread slowly inside
The color and stillness
Of a found world.
John O'Donohue from To Bless This Space Between Us.
Reading Three Location: Global Harmony Labyrinth, Como Park:
Reading: A Buddhist Litany for Peace
As we are together praying for Peace,
let us be truly with each other...
Let us be aware of the source of being common to us all and to all living things.
Evoking the presence of the Great Compassion, let us fill our hearts with our own compassion - towards ourselves and towards all living beings.
Let us pray that all living beings realize that they are all brothers and sisters, all nourished from the same source of life.
Let us pray that we ourselves cease to be the cause of suffering to each other.
Let us plead with ourselves to live in a way which will not deprive other living beings of air, water, food, shelter, or the chance to live.
With humility, with awareness of the existence of life, and of the sufferings that are going on around us, let us pray for the establishment of peace in our hearts and on earth.
Thich Nhat Hanh as found in Earth and All Its Stars edited by Anne Rowthorn
Reading Four Location: Children's Hospital Rooftop Garden:
Reading: GREEN, GREEN IS MY SISTER'S HOUSE
Don't you dare climb that tree
or even try, they said, or you will be
sent away to the hospital of the
very foolish, if not the other one.
And I suppose, considering my age,
it was fair advice.
But the tree is a sister to me, she
lives alone in a green cottage
high in the air and I know what
would happen, she'd clap her green hands,
she'd shake her green hair, she'd
welcome me. Truly
I try to be good but sometimes
a person just has to break out and
act like the wild and springy thing
one used to be. It's impossible not
to remember wild and want it back. So if someday you can't find me you might
look into that tree or - of course
it's possible - under it.
Mary Oliver from A Thousand Mornings collection of poetry