For those of you who may not yet know,
I've moved to a new Cyber Home!
Tales From The Labyrinth continues
~HERE~
www.lealabyrinth.com
Please come and join me!
I look forward
to sharing more adventures
and wondrous discoveries
with you along the path!
Dove...
Messenger winged Hermes...
Holy Spirit...
carry this hope
fragile
to my heart...
Seed planted
this dark of Winter...
Ladybug Labyrinth:
a journey home
is now on Amazon!
Click Here
This story is for all ages...
but especially for children searching...
for the voice of their hearts
in the gentle twists and turns
of the labyrinth...
and... it is in a new size: 8.5 8.5 inches!
The deeds been done...
and I picked up my little cone heads today...
Luckily...
UPS arrived about a half an hour
after I got them home
with their "BiteNot" collars...
My life will be
so much easier for the next TWO weeks
of house arrest...
And Rusty & Leo
will be so much more comfortable
and able to play with supervision
and surprises like the blue Hol-ee Roller Ball
waiting for them when I picked them up
from their Auntie Char
from Affinity Pet Services,
who they will so miss until they can romp again!
One of my all time favorite
Gary Larson cartoons...
Not so funny today...
Sigh...
Forgive me Rusty & Leo?
"One Touch Of Nature
Makes The Whole World Kin"
William Shakespeare
From Troilus and Cressida, Act III, Scene III
A week ago this Sunday,
some of the Redwood Psycholgical Association
Executive Board, along with Bob Carlsen,
and direction from Ranger Bob Birkland...
installed Milt's bench
in Annadel State Park
near where the S. Burma
and Warren Richardson trails intersect,
between the large meadow and Lake Ilsanjo...
It was a bittersweet day...
digging down deep
into the clay and rocky soil...
and setting the bench
into solid concrete and stone...
so that passerbys can sit and soak up the beauty
of this special place
where Milt and I had our first date
and many hikes to follow through our years together
in this place that he loved dearly...
When you can...
come and hike into this beauty...
and sit and think upon the quiet,
the seasons that come and go,
and the fleeting moments
of peace that soar on the clouds,
water, and waving grass that surrounds...
While working at home today...
I came down the front stairs
to find this beautiful basket
of Fall bounty...
just waiting for me.
No card, no name,
just round pumpkins
of every color imaginable,
and fresh apples,
punctuated by stalks of corn...
All adding to the
cascade of pumpkins
that now adorn my stairs
for Halloween and Thanksgiving,
magically transforming in a few weeks
for the Christmas Holidays...
I think I know who it was though...
my muse down the street
whom I've never met,
but has inspired me to follow her lead
of beauty each Fall and Winter season...
For she did however, leave a clue...
one lone strand from the majestic Maytan Tree
that graces her front yard...
What heart-felt kindness this is...
enjoying
four good eggs...
and lattes
and spanakopita...
on a cold November morning...
11-11-11
Rocks...
All my life,
since I was big enough to pick them up...
I have gathered rocks...
So to have them play
such an intregal part of my adult life
is pure joy...
Watching the labyrinth unfold
with stone
is amazing...
You pick up a rock...
and listen...
Like Vicki...
as she looks for just the right spot
for this stone
to rest...
with the other stones
in her labyrinth...
Or, as Jesus and Rosa
rock these stones into place...
Lining the path with this earth,
bits and pieces
shaping and shifting
into something
wonderous...
My stepson Orin,
his mother Elizabeth,
passed away at noon
this Tuesday, November 8th...
She was
a beautiful soul who I loved as a sister...
In only a year...
Orin has lost both his parents,
and I have lost another person
who I loved so dearly...
I wrote this poem for her back in August
for Elizabeth loved lemons,
she delighted in so many things...
This is just a snippet of the radient being
that she was,
dancing on this earth...
Lemons,
orbs of sunshine,
slices of tart juiciness
arrayed around your dinner plate
on the table of our feasts
where our love is the main course,
regardless of what holiday or birth day
or moment of occasion that brings our dwindling
table guests to gather…
Laughter always present,
no matter where that table sits
or who remembers
the puckering wedges that
add just the right amount of pizazz
to that bite so sweet…
Lemons
budding, then flowering,
rounding with the moon and setting sun,
like the glow
of your sweet smile
that always warms my heart
and takes my hand
into your own,
this delicious mystery
of time out of time
held in the seeds of
brilliant yellow
joy
that is you...
Early this past Saturday morning...
I met with Tasha Thomson
of C.J. Thomson Landscapes
and her wonderful crew~
Jesus, Rosa, and Juan...
As we continued to prep the site
and the back rock wall was being built,
Shane of our local Wheeler Zamaroni
made a delivery
of Sonoma field stone...
Juan began to unload those stones
and transport them over the bridge
to the labyrinth site...
Stone after stone...
the meanders
and spirals of Vicki's labyrinth
began to emerge...
By noon...
most of the stones were in place...
and before a deluge
of November afternoon rain,
the labyrinth was complete...
Stones nested amongst stones...
tucked into the vibrant earth
of this beautiful property,
awaiting the delight of
being enjoyed
by all who will walk and look
upon these meanders and spirals...
taking them to
the center place...
Where beauty unfolds
with every turn...
I want to acknowledge here, my long-time friend and labyrinth colleague Alex Champion. His beautiful geometric and labyrinth designs have greatly influenced me over the past twenty years... Like ripples in a pond when a pebble is dropped...
The Treat:
Spending the day with an
amazing earth artist and landscaper
Ron Johansen
of Outdoor Environments, Inc.
How I love
working with rocks...
finding the right place for them...
where they fit together with each other
and with the land
like a giant jigsaw puzzle...
bringing a new labyrinth
to life...
another treat...
was watching my client's grandson
manuver the rocks...
and sit astride
the giant-blue-bobcat
ready to move heaven and earth
himself...
The Trick:
I had to become a psychologist
just to rediscover
this passion of my childhood,
of hunting rocks
and making art...
Circles and lines,
earth, rocks, and the clear sky
of this last Hallow'd Day of October,
Happy Halloween!
Saffron Crocus
bursting from the earth
of my garden...
Crimson threads,
fire yellows, oranges, and reds
from trumpets of purple wonder...
melt...
into the palm of my hand...
crisscrossing and weaving
all these moments
into one delicious meal...
The first Fall-Winter bulbs to appear in my garden. Harvested, these threads are the same as what you can purchase in the spice section at your grocery store... It takes 50,000 to 75,000 flowers to make 1 pound of threads... Retails in the USA for $500.00 to $5,000.00 a pound, or... 0.03 oz = $40.00 Precious threads used to make risotto, and as the base for other exotic dishes from around the world, even in the Minoans' time...
Perhaps Ariadne's thread
was a Saffron thread...
One of my favorite things...
is to have the opportunity to
guide others in a journey of discovery...
First teaching them how to
draw the labyrinth on paper...
Then having them place that design on the ground,
with their own hands,
and then watching them take
that first step,
into their creation...
is amazing...
Each participants' labyrinth
became a living piece of art...
connecting them with the land
beneath their feet,
and the world around them
in a whole new way...
and... at the end of our time together,
we made a labyrinth large enough
for everyone to walk together...
I love this work
of my heart...
Pictures from the Leadership Retreat that I led for a group of ten beautiful souls from Los Angeles at the incredible property and home of the hosts in the West part of Sonoma County on a beautiful October day.
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