Chartres design labyrinth, turf style maintained by mowing at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Spirit, Vashon Island. We walked this labyrinth within a “circle of sound.” It was a wonder-filled experience to walk surrounded by old trees and the amazing harmonies of the singing bowls filling the air. It was also a gift to be able to support others by “playing” the bowl.
Kathleen Calby whose blog site is about her work with singing bowls wrote, “Someone said the phrase, “sacred vessels” the other day, and it connected with the singing bowls for me. …sacred, because they hold a form of consciousness, which is conveyed when they are played. Their exteriors can’t contain them. We tend to forget that our own harmonies and dissonances have similar far-reaching effects.” ~resoundingjoy2u.wordpress.com
A woodland path labyrinth defined by moss covered logs.
A private Vashon Island labyrinth made from hundreds of wine bottles tapped into earth beside gravel paths. To walk this labyrinth one moves from glass path to gravel path and back again. (photos by Priscilla Taylor on her iPhone)
My friend of 30 years, Priscilla Taylor and I spent a Saturday on Vashon Island, at a labyrinth walk sponsored by the Western Washington Labyrinth Network. As we listened again to a wonderful telling of the story of Ariadne and the Minotaur, some believe is connected to the labyrinth in Western history, I thought about how our brain – right and left hemisphere – is often described as a labyrinth. I wondered if marking this form is built into being human; an archetype. Clearly I am not the first to make this connection. http://www.viewzone.com/labyrinth.html
Nor am I the first to recognize that walking the labyrinth on an island is one way of marking the endings of my time here and the mystery of new beginnings.
Whirlpool off coast of Saipan – photo, Marian Methner, 2006