there's an old cletic tradition of (what my grandfather use to call) "walking to no place." the idea was simply to go out for a walk and go where the road leads - of if you want, where off the road leads. it was a time you could spend with yourself and God - a way of getting closer to both. sometimes he would disappear for hours. when asked where he went, he would just smile and say "that's between me and God." (my grandmother always said he was at the pub) when he came home he was happier, and seemed at peace in a deep and meaningful way - i wounder if the idea of a labyrinth is the same? it's worth a walk, it's worth the time to get to know yourself, and who knows, you could get to know God a bit better -

pax