Okay, here’s a pic that shows how to draw a seven-circuit labyrinth. Just draw the seed pattern first and then draw the lines as shown. I copied these images from www.squidoo.com.
How to draw a labyrinth
Drawing a labyrinth
Monthly Archives: June 2009
Building a labyrinth
I decided to do something that I’ve been wanting to do for years, so I’m building a labyrinth in our front pasture. A labyrinth is a Celtic design, dating back for probably thousands of years. It’s essentially a walking path that sets up a particular energy for the person who walks it.
We have about 3 open acres in our front pasture, some of which we have used for garden beds. I decided to use part of it for this project. I’m building a seven-circuit labyrinth using small rocks from our property. The first thing I did was ask Stevo to mow the grass for me. 
He’s currently in the middle of mowing the entire pasture, but he did my section first.
The next thing I did was lay out the seed pattern, from which you can easily construct the rest of the labyrinth. Once you have the seed pattern, it’s just a matter of connecting the dots. If you do a web search on seven-circuit labyrinth, you’ll find instructions on how to draw one from a seed pattern.
I can already feel the energy of the labyrinth even though I’ve only completed a few paths.
Seed pattern
First and second path completed
Third path completed
Life After Black Jack
We’re still kind of reeling from the loss of Black Jack, but things are slowly getting better. I still see him everywhere, he was such a part of our daily lives. He sent me another dream in which he was pressing up against me as I cried. I woke up crying. The Saturday chat group boosted me this past weekend and that seemed to help. I’ve been literally frozen with grief, unable to boost or feel my heart chakra. I can’t even really love on Charlie, and he’s lonely without Jack I think.
Thank you to everyone who has sent a message of condolences, encouragement and support. It means a lot to us. If I can get past the grief I know I will feel Black Jack’s love again. I have never been so unconditionally loved in my life!
~ Dooney
Remembering Black Jack
We had to make the sad decision to put Black Jack down last week. His health problem was more immediate and severe than we had hoped. He had some kind of mass on his spleen, most likely a tumor, and it began to cause other problems. On May 27th, he woke up in the middle of the night panting and shaking. I sat with him for two hours until he went back to sleep. On Thursday morning he rallied, but by the afternoon he couldn’t walk, wouldn’t eat or drink and he was having trouble breathing. We expected him to die Thursday night, but he made it through the night and perked up Friday morning when I forced some water into him. Within the hour, though he was unable to walk again. His belly had swollen up on Thursday, which was one of the symptoms of his spleen disorder, and had not receded like before.
It seemed it was time to let him go. He looked so tired and his poor body was so worn out. His spleen would eventually have ruptured and caused a lot of pain. We called the mobile vet who came to the house to give him the shots, and he died on the front lawn in our arms. We buried him in our pasture. Charlie scratched out a bed in the dirt right next to the grave and lay there several times over the next few days. We have been crying ever since he died, and we are heartbroken. Charlie has been looking for him everywhere and has been unnaturally subdued and quiet.
Jack has come to me twice in my dreams, and both times he looked young and healthy and happy. That has helped a lot, but I still feel I am grieving deeply. He was more than a pet – he was a loyal friend, a fellow etheric warrior, a protector and a most loving companion. He used to follow me around the house everywhere and if he couldn’t see me, he’d coming looking for me, peeking his head around the door of each room until he found me. He used to wag his tail when I gave him food, like he couldn’t believe I was feeding him again. He snored like an old man, and the house is too quiet now. His sweet brown eyes followed me everywhere and he radiated love.
A lot of you have emailed us with your condolences and we really appreciate that. We’ll get back in the etheric fray soon, when we feel we have something to give.
~ Dooney
