Cairns represent a trail marker that guides one through uncertain areas in life. They provide guidance, hope, balance, continuity, and confidence on the journey down the path of life. ~John P. Kraemer
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| Cairns at the edge of a Labyrinth in Hood Canal, Washington |
Recently, I've become fascinated with cairns, those really interesting stacks of rocks that people leave in interesting places. Interesting. When I found the little set of cairns in the photo above at the edge of a labyrinth, that fit my nice little sense of interesting. That is what cairns have always seemed to me. I've seen them as markers that people leave behind to say, "I've experienced something holy, amazing, lovely on my journey." Like the time when "Jacob woke up and thought, "Surely the LORD is in this place, but I did not realize it!" I viewed them much like an altar.
I love Jacob. I relate to Jacob when I look back at my own journey of failure, redemption, blessing, growth, and mystical experiences.
God appeared to Jacob again after he returned from Paddan Aram and blessed him. God said to him, “Your name is Jacob, but your name will no longer be called Jacob; Israel will be your name.” So God named him Israel. Then God said to him, “I am the sovereign God. Be fruitful and multiply! A nation—even a company of nations—will descend from you; kings will be among your descendants! The land I gave to Abraham and Isaac I will give to you. To your descendants I will also give this land.” Then God went up from the place where he spoke with him. So Jacob set up a sacred stone pillar in the place where God spoke with him. He poured out a drink offering on it, and then he poured oil on it. Jacob named the place where God spoke with him Bethel. Genesis 35:9-15, NET
Doesn't that sound just like a cairn ... a sacred stone pillar? And then, I read an article that led me to Cairns: Messengers in Stone. I've only just begun reading this little book by David B. Williams, former National Park Service Ranger. From the back cover:
"Writing our messages with rocks is an ancient gesture that continues to speak to our imaginations. From meadow trails to airy mountaintops to barren deserts, cairns -- those seemingly random stacks of rock -- are surprisingly rich with stories and meaning. They can indicate a trail, mark a grave, serve as an altar or shrine, and reveal property boundaries or hunting grounds. Built the world over as essential guides to travelers, cairns help people connect to landscape, find their path, and communicate with others."
Williams begins his book by talking about destroying cairns! Why? It seems that cairns have a critical purpose in the wilderness. They are markers indicating the way to travel safely. People who do not understand the way a cairn marks the path tend to create cairns in places that lead to nowhere and people get lost. Suddenly something which has one purpose, to lead the way, has a new purpose, to mark a personal, individual experience. As I contemplated this, I began to see the communal aspect of the cairn as marker on the path.
When I consider the cairns that lay on the edge of the labyrinth that is my life, I think about those spiritual practices that call me deeper into my journey and through which I know the felt presence of God. I am aware that they have changed over the years, sometimes rolling away and sometimes stabilizing. I also consider that sometimes I must destroy my dependence on practices and habits that lead me in the wrong direction. I need a community to breathe with me, to support me in my journey as I deconstruct, let go, move on and rebuild, a contemplative community which listens deeply to God and senses God's movements. Always I seek a community that needs very few words with which to challenge and guide as I listen to God.
For me as I pause at the edge of the winding path in my soul, I gaze inwardly at the most beautiful cairn built from silence and solitude by God whose Spirit breathes with me and in me.
So ... how is the beautiful cairn at the edge of the winding path leading you deeper?
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| Labyrinth at Hood Canal, Washington |
And ... what kind of community do you need to be fully yourself as you move down the winding path to wholeness?
