shamanic rites

So beautiful it hurts: The beauty in all

So beautiful it hurts: The beauty in all

I was told to walk in the labyrinth. And so I started walking in circles. I was bare feet, my sole against layers of fallen leaves resting on the earth. It crunched on my every step. At first I was scared of getting my feet dirty, but it's not long when I realized that these leaves and bits and pieces of the dead parts of the forest are gently cushioning my feet. 

'Everything serves a purpose, even if you don't see it.'