I’m surprised because I’ve never come across even one. Paul metropolitan area than in any other metropolitan area in the world. The guide for this Saturday tour of labyrinths in the northwest corner of where I live tells us there are more public labyrinths in the Minneapolis/St. In lieu of epiphany, we’re urged to “use whatever happens on the labyrinth as a metaphor.” The morning sky is gray like dryer lint and hangs low with the threat of rain. I know, I know: don’t expect anything and you won’t be disappointed, but I’m wired for expectation like a kid who knows she’s just going on a quick errand with her dad, there and back, yet nevertheless hopes he’ll pull the car into Dairy Queen on the way. “Don’t expect an epiphany,” the instruction sheet warned us. This essay was originally published in Lake Effect, volume 16, 2012.
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