I have not been very good at abiding this year. There was a time I thought of myself as a contemplative. Last week, a friend sent me an invitation to a “day away” event at a labyrinth, because people know how I love labyrinths. But when was the last time I walked one?
Turning the word over and over in my head, feeling its curves against my tongue, its texture on my teeth, I have wondered, “How does one abide?” Or, more accurately, how does one return to abiding?