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Saturday, June 02, 2007

A journey right here and now

I must admit the race may seem a bit futile, but I've noticed many of the brothers have been walking over to a thermometer that is mounted on the side of the tool shed to sort of verify that indeed, summer is fast approaching. But back to my race, a few of us have decided to construct a labyrinth on a rather flat patch of dry and crusty earth right outside the east wall, a sort of replica of the Chartres labyrinth, only this one is being constructed from collected rocks and stones. I would guess the diameter being about 100 foot, maybe even larger, for Bro. Juniper did all the calculations and for a couple of days was there with his kite string pegged to the center and scratching circles onto the ground. Then he went about stretching string across the entire area into a grid, for his reference drawing of the Chartres labyrinth he has also drawn a grid upon. Then with the drawing in hand, he went about, with a can of white spray paint, spraying reference points, then after that, began spray painting the entire Chartres labyrinth onto the desert floor. All that took about three days. Then taking turns with the wheelbarrow, each of us began the gathering of rocks and stones, with instructions from Bro. Juniper to make sure they are large enough, yet not too large, and not too small. Well, our mountain of rocks and stones is growing, and all the while Bro. Juniper is carefully placing rocks and stones, one by one, atop the white lines. I would guess that the labyrinth is about twenty percent complete. But even now it is becoming an impressive sight to behold, especially in the twilight when the rocks and stones reflect the waning light after sunset. I should also note that Bro. Clarence has been away for several weeks, he departed on a journey to research desert building materials, he is keenly interested in straw bales.

4 comments:

nina said...

i am sure that the stones reflect the warmth of your hearts and hands and spirits as well.
i visited an episcopal retreat in the mountains here in north carolina that has no less than three labyrinths - one of stone, one of tall grass, and one of canvas on an old barn floor. i'm thinking that my favorite was the one of stone, as it was beside a running stream, and there was a hammock there at the stream as well. the grass one was lovely, but i had to walk quickly through it, as i was the tallest thing around in a gathering thunderstorm.

Loretta said...

I can't imagine a more sacred act of work than building a labyrinth. Each stone would speak to the vision and heart of those who picked it. Our old church was built next to the woods and before we moved away, I was part of a group lobbying for building a labyrinth in a clearing. There are no permanent labyrinths that I know of in the NY metro area.

Lucy said...

A nine-men's-morris!
Brother Juniper's kite string!

Granny J said...

Here a neighbor built a straw-bale fence atop a small cliff, stucco-ed it and painted it to blend in with the granite rock.