Rope Circle
“Every woman has her own circle composed of trees, animals, men, ideas, other women…” – Nikos Kazantzakis
This rope circle was on the deck of a shrimp boat, and these are my feet, wrapped around this spiral. I draw spiral shapes often and it was an image I found myself drawing over and over just before I found my place in the world. Just before I moved to my little island paradise in the sea.
My feet now walk a Chartres style, eleven circuit labyrinth often. It is a circular path, a spiral, a meditation with one’s body. I have two that I love. They are out in the open air and they invite me to experience Winter, or Fall, or Summer – now, hopeful, resurrecting Spring, along with my walk. The air envelopes me with the fragrance of “the dearest, freshness deep down things” to borrow a line from Gerard Manley Hopkins. The idea behind walking the 20 minute path is that it allows us to consider what might be a spiritual path, our own unique path, one that leads to our center. I find that it has an uncanny ability to open me up to my own imagination and intuitive wisdom.
Saving one’s ideas is a profound thought. Valuing and caring for our ideas. Giving them space to arrive, too, by quieting the busyness, the tv, the unnecessary talk. If we do not save them, no one else will. May each of us value and care for and nurture and save our ideas. May we value them enough.
I was called to be an artist. And as an old old midwife said to me "If the Lord wants you to do something, you won't have no good luck' til you do." So, here I am, sharing what I love, longing to illuminate the work of art, which is everywhere.
Charleston Through an Artist's eye 
Awesome entry. We DO have to save our ideas. And then back them up on the hard drive, too. ;) xo
Jeebus, that’s a big rope and clean shrimp shrimp boat. Are you going to plant a maze pon top. I bet you could have a neat one pretty soon if you did. You could do it with wax myrtles and it would keep you busy for years. ars gratis ars. (Don’t quote me)
Well, it was actually a shrimp and other fishy catching trawler I went on with grandson Luke near St Simons. There were women naturalists on board who I credit with the cleanliness:)I would so love to make my own labyrinth over here, Pinkney. Mazes one can get lost in, labyrinths have a clear path in and out, btw:) Thanks for reading and writing!