Dee’s Labyrinth

A Note from Sheree

Just beyond the dreamery, further down the pasture, there is a Celtic Cross designed by tree artist, Zach Higgins marking the entrance to a little boardwalk. Walk across until you come to two apple trees which mark the entrance to our very simple labyrinth.

Here you can pause and set your intention for a meditative walk.

We created this labyrinth in memory of our son, Dustin McCormack, who died in 2018 from pneumonia. I woke one night a few weeks after his passing saying ‘Labyrinth’ aloud. From that came this.

Emma, Dee’s daughter at  age 3, walking the labyrinth 

My husband, Gilles Plante, designed the circuit and Dee’s brother Jordan selected the labyrinth site.  Gilles placed every rock. Looking  to your left, up the hill, you’ll see the spot where Dee wanted to build his house one day.

When you are in centre, beyond the labyrinth, straight ahead, you will see the weeping willow planted for him the first year after he left us, and the memorial bench, built by Holly Scott the second year. You are welcome to sit there after your walk.

Dee worked hard with us to open Mabel Murple’s. It is his garden in front of the shop. He is never far away.

People walk a labyrinth for many reasons. It’s a time-honored ritual in many cultures. Think of     it as a peaceful ‘time out.’  Sit and journal if you wish.  Our labyrinth is not a maze or a game, though our granddaughter often skips through to its centre rock, where she touches it to say hello. A Touchstone! She understands, as your children will, that silence is part of the experience of this quiet zone. Your families are welcome to walk. Or skip. ( This is not a grave site!)

Release walking in, Receive in the centre, and Return walking out.

You can share the path when others are on it. You can walk at whatever pace suits you. You can even bring your own rocks to lay there. They must be real, and not plastic, rocks. Thank you.

Helping Others

Our Dee always said that, when he grew up, he just wanted…

“…to be a daddy and work with trees.”

He realized both those dreams.

Our Dustin struggled with neurodevelopmental delays, childhood depression, anxiety and, in later years, substance abuse. Committed to his active recovery, he’d been travelling toward the light when he died.

So, if you do walk the labyrinth, consider donating to the Mental Health Association of Nova Scotia or a charity of your choice in the name of Dustin McCormack or your loved one.

This year, a portion of proceeds from the sale of the book, Everybody’s Different on Everybody Street (by Sheree Fitch, with art by Emma Fitzgerald) will be donated to Nova Scotia Mental Health Foundation.

Proceeds from Because We Love We Cry will go toward the education foundation for families of the Portapique tragedy.

It has been a hard year, apart from loved ones. Many of us have shed many tears. But yes, there is still so so so so much love.

These days, I walk the labyrinth in gratitude for our world opening up again.