Gracie and Richard have a labyrinth in their back yard that is “always available”. My son called to let them know we were coming by just so they wouldn’t be surprised by a car pulling up in the driveway. He got Voice Mail and left a message.
The Man-in-the-Maze is a Native American deign that has been used all sorts of ways. I think this use is perfect.
When you come to the top of the driveway, you first see the chickens and the fire ring. The labyrinth is behind them.
The entrance is to the left.
This design is interesting because it necessarily makes very wide and very constricted places.
There is a black stone at the Western entrance.
And a white one on the North side.
Green at the East.
The color of the red one in the South was almost hidden by the leaves. But it was there, nonetheless.
And, in case you lose your direction, there is a sign post.
OK. Not really. But it amused me to say it.
After we left, we got a text from Gracie saying she wish she’d known we were coming so she could have gotten some of the sticks that had fallen out of the path. Cannon and I had talked about those a little. He saw me pick a couple up and toss them out into the woods. He said “You’re changing the path.” I said, “If a labyrinth is a metaphor for life, aren’t we obliged to try to make it easier for the people that follow us?” He thought I had a good point.
I liked that they used rocks that look like the glacial rocks we used. And this design has a heart space at the center.