Recently I attended a retreat where we walked a cloth Labyrinth. We were asked to be silent while everyone was walking the Labyrinth. These were the only sounds to be heard.
The bell chimes in ever diminishing vibrations as each supplicant approaches the Labyrinth. A deferential bob of the head silently shows respect for the Living God. The only sounds are the shuffle of socks on the Labyrinth cloth path, the soft swish of pants legs sliding past each other, the quiet tap of one man’s cane as he draws closer to the center step by slow-measured step. The procession pauses as people stack up in the middle, exchanging silent head bobs as the Labyrinth bends and spirals in a reverse direction, creaking wood floors and cloth whispering on wood as people step silently aside for another to pass. A pause in the Labyrinth’s center, hand over heart to feel/sense/receive the Labyrinth’s gift. A bow of reverence before whispering, tapping, shuffling back along the white path on the sky-blue field. The exit chime rings longer and stronger as each walker brings some of the Labyrinth’s power out with her or him.