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22
Aug
19

8.22.19 … “a beautiful lady with pigtails named Princess Summerfallwinterspring. I was taken with that name and I have always remembered it because it has such a flowing sound and because it conveys a wonderful message of the circle of time”

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Labyrinth Walks, The Labyrinth of Rome- Rome GA:

I decided I would do a little adventuring today. I wandered from my sister’s residence to Rome Ga. As I drove up from Atlanta, I thought to myself … when will Atlanta end?

I took I75 to Cartersville and then drove another 20+ miles. And somewhere between Cartersville and Rome, Atlanta ended. I was in wide open area, free of suburban metro Atlanta.

The entry into Rome is done quite well. There are what look like Roman ruins(an art installation entitled “Portus Futurus”) and then a highway lined with trees. And then you cross over a river, and you enter a real town.

As with most southern towns, the churches jump out at you. But this town has lots of green space and lots of hills … are there seven hills as in Rome? And then I realize I am about to cross another river. I am going to have to look at a map. How many hills? How many rivers? 7 hills and 3 rivers.

I found the labyrinth near one of the rivers, and I was surprised. This was no ordinary labyrinth. It was an eight circuit TIERED labyrinth… I have never seen anything like this one. And it’s made of stone and incorporates an underpass culvert under the adjacent Road.

So I had to research this one as I walked …

“The Labyrinth of Rome was created as an adaptive reuse of what originally was an amphitheater built by the Works Progress Administration in the 1930s. Upon finding the nearest Labyrinth to be 50 miles away, the late Ed Baker worked with local government to establish this corner of Rome’s historic Jackson Hill. It contains 5,490 bricks (laid end-to-end, over a kilometer) weighing a total of 24,705 pounds.”

Source: Georgia’s Rome Office of Tourism Labyrinth of Rome – Rome, Ga. – Georgia’s Rome Office of Tourism, https://romegeorgia.org/attraction/labyrinth-rome/

I was not alone here. There was a small construction/landscaping crew working on the water drainage and landscaping. One of the workers decided to walk. I saw him walk up to the sign, read it and then start… We smiled every time we were near.

I spoke to each of the men as I passed nearby. One engaged in conversation. As I told my labyrinth story, he was excited to find out I was from Charlotte. His brother is Tom Schulz, the labyrinth artist/designer/builder for three Charlotte labyrinths: Myers Park Baptist, Presbyterian Hospital and McCrorey YMCA/ Almetta Howey Alexander Labyrinth.

I was meant to be here at this time to have this conversation. John told me about this labyrinth. This space was created as a drainage culvert to move large amounts of water off of this hill. During the 30s, it was adapted as an amphitheater built by the Works Progress Administration. And then in the 2010 it was adaptively repurposed as a labyrinth.

John Schulz recommended I visit the visitor’s center and the recently redone garden at the clock tower. I did both.

I obtained flyers about Rome and read all the historic markers at the Visitors‘ Center. Very interesting.

I then headed from the top of one hill to the top of another, where the 1870s clock tower sits. The clock tower was built as a water tower. There was also a public school established in 1883 on this site.

I spent a few minutes wandering around the beautiful pollinator garden, part of the Rosalynn Carter Butterfly Trail.

One of the sign boards highlighted John’s work here:

John’s Artist Statement:

I believe a garden for a place as special as the Rome Clocktower should have a theme. What better theme than Time to go with the Clocktower Garden. As the clock chimes to announce the time of day, the Garden will follow time through the seasons, announcing the shifts with changing flowers and foliage. Something will be in bloom every day of the year. A couple of small paths will meander away from and then back into the main existing walkway. These paths will take the viewer into and through the Garden, which will allow one to enjoy the fourth dimension of the Garden – time. As the Clock chimes out the hours, visitors will be able to view the Garden from the inside out, enjoying the dimensions of height, depth and width. The Clock chimes and the changing of the flowers and foliage throughout the year will offer the fourth dimension of time and the many and various changes that accompany its passage. After a grow-in period, there should be a flower in the Garden every day of the year. When I was a child and television was just starting to influence children, there was a show, which featured a puppet named Howdy Doody. The moderator and main character was named Buffalo Bob, and one of the regular guests was a beautiful lady with pigtails named Princess Summerfallwinterspring. I was taken with that name and I have always remembered it because it has such a flowing sound and because it conveys a wonderful message of the circle of time. The Garden and the Clocktower will work together to present the “Fourth Dimension.”

Source: Georgia’s Rome Office of Tourism As Time Goes By Garden – Rome, Ga. – Georgia’s Rome Office of Tourism, https://romegeorgia.org/attraction/as-time-goes-by-garden/

And here’s a bit on John’s project:

“We’re going to do a garden, starting with dry river beds,” Schulz said. “One of the river beds flows down into the labyrinth from the civic center while the other comes down from the tourism office side of the Civic Center parking lot.”

The river bed has a fabric liner that is filled with 25 tons of river rock so by the time run-off reaches the labyrinth, it should be fairly clear and the rocks should catch any litter.

To further beautify the area, Schulz has plans to plant fern beds along with tea olive plants and gardenias — both plants that won’t be devoured by the deer that frequent the area coming off Jackson Hill and the Burwell Creek wetlands.

Schulz’s objective is to make it look as natural as possible, with the exception of a Japanese bridge across one of the dry river beds.

Source: Old labyrinth on Jackson Hill getting a new look | Local News | northwestgeorgianews.com,  http://www.northwestgeorgianews.com/rome/news/local/old-labyrinth-on-jackson-hill-getting-a-new-look/article_a849f818-c038-11e9-81be-43680dec1296.html

And after I had walked around and viewed Rome, I knew I would be back …

8.22.19

And I must copy and paste this from John’s Facebook posts …

August 7, 2019

I’ve been doing a little historical research on the amphitheater/labyrinth which was originally built as part of a WPA city park project in 1935. The plans called for a lot of construction from “native stone” and my mind went back to visits with the late Ron Cescutti who was a stone mason descended from Italian stone masons who came to the area from Italy. I was reading some public records and found the following mention of Antonio Cescutti who supervised the stone masonry of the park project. Antonio really got around. You’ve seen his work at the Grove Park Inn and in many other plaes:

“Antonio J. Cescutti was the overseer for the stone work at the park. A native of Udine Italy, Cescutti came to the United States in 1904. In 1912 his wife, Caterina, and son, Ettore, joined him and they settled in Atlanta. Working primarily in the Southeast as a Master Mason in the brick and stone masonry trade, Cescutti worked on such projects as the Grove Park Inn in Asheville, North Carolina, the Reynolds House on Sapelo Island, and the Spalding House in Atlanta.”

This is turning into an interesting project.

18
Aug
19

8.18.19 … Atlanta’s current population at the Darlington … 6,885,071

Driving Mama Lindsey …

So the brother is at the beach and I decided to take on Sunday with my mom. Nails, maybe? She vetoed that. But since I had already moved toward our favorite nail spot on Roswell near Mt. Paran, I drove across Mt. Paran to Northside, thinking and talking about families who have lived in that part of town. The Wayts lived there for a bit, and the Blacks forever, and the Everetts on Cave.

At Northside, I turned south and then decided to drive through Westminster. I went in the front gate and out the back. To be honest, the place has changed a great deal and is only barely recognizable as the place where I attended. I guess that’s what happens when you rarely visit.

Once on West Wesley we headed east and then at the last minute I drove down Bohler to Peachtree Battle. I don’t often drive along this stretch Peachtree Battle so I enjoyed this stretch along the creek and between Northside and Habersham. Once we crossed Northside, mom and I reminisced about my E. Rivers elementary friends who lived on PB or nearby … the Burdetts, the Smiths, the Sharps and family friends the Georges. And my favorite house, one I have never been in, which has lots of angles in the roof … it looks like a cottage. Then back by E. Rivers and south on Peachtree.

After crossing over the right, we swing into the shopping center that looks like Buckingham Palace where Aunt Jane’s shop was. So many memories.

Then to Brookwood Hills. Today we enter at Huntington and share stories about our friends on this street … the Wards, the Ingrams, the Fergusons… and the back by 139 …

On Peachtree we head north to Buckhead … checking out the current population … 6,885,071 …

My mom actually lived at the Darlington for a short period before she married. She roomed with a girl she had met at the boarding house behind First Presbyterian. Catherine Smith was her name, one of the few people mom lost track with fairly early in life.

And then back home … Andrews to W Paces to Valley to Habersham to Old Ivy to Wieuca to Peachtree …

8.18.19

14
Aug
19

8.14.19 … going to ride …

Driving Mama Lindsey –

Since I was in Atlanta, I joined mom for Wednesday night, something my sister does most weeks. I arrived in time for supper with her friends on the second floor. On Wednesday night, she usually plays bingo with her bingo crowd from her many years at Lenbrook. I, however, offered to take her on a car ride. I knew full well that that is one of her favorite things to do especially since it meant a couple of hours out of Lenbrook with me one on one.

So, we headed out about 6:15, and it was still quite hot and muggy. We turned south out of Lenbrook on Peachtree, something I repeatedly tell myself I will not do again, and so we spent a good deal of time in Lenox Square/Buckhead traffic … That always gives her a chance to comment on how much Atlanta has grown and all the tall buildings in the Lenox Square/Buckhead area.

When we finally got out of Buckhead traffic, which was south of Pharr Road, actually at the Cathedral, we began our usual banter about E. Rivers School, the Marsdens and their shop on Peachtree Street, and ultimately Piedmont Hospital and what in the world they are doing with that huge glass building…

At Piedmont Hospital, we turned onto Brighton Rd and immediately talked about the beautiful neighborhood, the many friends that we had had over 40 years as a family there, and, unfortunately, I had to remind her of several of our close friends and neighbors who had died in the last year, one being Betty Coley, who had lived there since the 70s and who with her husband Bob were some of my parents favorite people although significantly younger than they were, and PLiz Primm who died last month. We shared some great memories about these wonderful people who were also a lot of fun.

After passing by 139, we ventured around the bend where Brighton becomes Camden and then turned onto Wakefield and went by the Brookwood Hills Pool. When I was growing up in the 60s and 70s in the neighborhood, our house, as was true with many of the houses built in the 20s, did not have air conditioning. I reminded my mother how we would walk down to the pool after supper at 8 PM every night, swim for an hour, and then walk back home and go to bed. I laughed at the memory of dad walking up the Wakefield hill with me on his shoulders, never complaining.

We then headed north on Peachtree, wandering through Peachtree Hills, detouring on Sharondale by Judy and Joe Perry’s, back up E. Wesley with another detour by the Duck Pond, then by the Cathedral, wandering over to Habersham, and back to Lenbrook via the back route on Old Ivey.

… And after leaving mom, I ran into Mrs. Pentecost and her daughter Didi (Martha Jr.) who just recently returned from Chicago where they took train up (another type of ride). The Pentecosts were our Brighton Road neighbors for many years and definitely part of our story. Didi and her sister Claire just launched a book, “Spirit of the Water Bear,” a coming of age story in the very real and current context of climate change,

http://www.lulu.com/shop/claire-pentecost/spirit-of-the-water-bear/paperback/product-23989913.html. I plan to order a copy!

I’ve never thought about whether I like to “go to ride.” It’s something I always did with my grandparents as a child in the country or at the beach or at Christmas to see the decorations and now with my mom to share time and space and stories. But I realize now it’s how I learn and retell and revise my story. And I don’t really like to ride in the car.

Another pleasant evening …

8.14.19

06
Aug
19

8.6.19 …”she treated time nontraditionally. … a fusion of the African American story within the American story … we know that her stories—that our stories—will always be with us, and with those who come after, and on and on, for all time.”

I never read Toni Morrison. I’m not sure why, probably anxiety over how I would respond.

I loved this piece from President Obama, especially this:

“Time is no match for Toni Morrison. In her writing, she sometimes toyed with it, warping and creasing it, bending it to her masterful will. In her life’s story, too, she treated time nontraditionally. … a fusion of the African American story within the American story. Toni Morrison was a national treasure. Her writing was not just beautiful but meaningful—a challenge to our conscience and a call to greater empathy. She was as good a storyteller, as captivating, in person as she was on the page. … we know that her stories—that our stories—will always be with us, and with those who come after, and on and on, for all time.”

02
Aug
19

8.2.19 … “If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency, and vibration.” – Nikola Tesla

Red Boot Way, CreativeMorningsCLT, “Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Labyrinth Walks, St. Stephen UMC-Charlotte NC:

My day started early today. I dragged poor Albert out of his slumber and into the world only to be spotted by a beautiful doe.

I then headed to the 7:15 AM Red Boot Way meeting where we discussed “Step Eleven: Living my life as outlined in these eleven steps positively impacts my life and the lives of those around me. I feel a new and joyful responsibility to serve my community. I am engaged.” Our group struggled with “joyful responsibility.” An oxymoron?

And then jumping off from there I headed to CreativeMorningsCLT where “artivist” Rosalia Torres-Weiner explored the global theme of “Justice” — Ms. Torres-Weiner, a Latina woman has started a mobile art project for immigrant children. The theme was “justice,” and her story was impactful.

When I realized where I was, I struck out for another labyrinth. I knew that I had read somewhere or someone told me that they was a new labyrinth at St. Stephen UMC. I drove around back and just didn’t look at the right place because it was clearly visible from the parking lot. Instead, I drove up near the office, got out and searched by walking around the new columbarium, a playground and an inner courtyard. In the end I got back in my car and was headed out when I glanced over, and there it was, plain as day.

I walked up and read the information board which was a very nicely done information board. There was also a nice bench sitting next to it. This one was an Eagle Scout project by Matthew Robertson (Troop 118, 2019). And then I looked at the miniature Chartres 7-circuit labyrinth, and I worried immediately that it would have the “crunch, crunch, crunch” issue. But to my surprise, the small pebbles were not nearly as noisy as the labyrinth that was made up of stone chips at Mercer University near Atlanta. These were not pleasing, but not a true crunching sound.

Today was about the weather … last night we had massive thunderstorms and today it was slightly overcast but still intensely hot and muggy.

I heard the roar of the adjacent air-conditioners and the cicadas. I swear I don’t remember cicadas like this for most of my life, but I hear them now at all times of day and night. And I am troubled by them.

“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency, and vibration.” – Nikola Tesla

Happy August!

8.2.19

31
Jul
19

7.31.19 … Namaste – Namaste – the Christ in me honors the Christ in you … and JOY!

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, Unity Center – Mills River NC, 2019 Labyrinth Walks, St. Philip’s Episcopal Church-Brevard NC:

I am again visiting the mountain retreat of my college roommate, and she either gets labyrinths or indulges me or both.

Today we headed out with Albert, my dog, and I introduced her to my favorite new labyrinth at Unity Center at Mills River. But on the way over, we took a break and dropped by Eden Brothers, “the seediest place on earth.” Albert thought it a lovely place to take a break.

I had approached the Unity Center from Brevard the time before, and we sailed along talking before even putting the location in the GPS. RA knows every nook and cranny of this area and had just commented how sad it was that the nearby McKinney blueberry farm, a favorite pick-your-own farm from years past, was no longer being maintained. The blueberry bushes were overgrown. So after backtracking and going past the blueberry farm a second time, we arrived at the labyrinth.

We tethered Albert at the side with a leash attached to my antique iron. I’ve carried it for years when I travel with a dog but guess I’ve never pulled it out with RA. It works when traveling with a dog!

We both noted the curious crook in the old tree on the edge of the labyrinth garden. And I thought about the angel statue at the entrance. Was she there last time?

I told RA before walking about how I read and pondered each memorial brick and was not sure if I liked them because I spent too much time with them. What I discovered this time is that we talked and discussed those that caught our attention, and that she was intrigued by different ones and brought my attention to them.

We talked about these:

At the Entrance:

“Prayer Labyrinth

Unity Center

September 2009”

“South” but no other directional markers.

“Edward Cayce A.R.E.

A Search for God

Unity Study Group”

… This one caused us to immediately do a google search …

“Edgar Cayce (/ˈkeɪsiː/; March 18, 1877 – January 3, 1945) was an American clairvoyant who answered questions on subjects as varied as healing, reincarnation, wars, Atlantis, and future events while allegedly asleep. A biographer gave him the nickname, The Sleeping Prophet. A nonprofit organization, the Association for Research and Enlightenment,[1] was founded to facilitate the study of Cayce’s work.

“Love the questions & someday you will live the answers” –Rainer Maria Rilke, German Philosopher

“Namaste” and

“Namaste – the Christ in me honors the Christ in you”

… Which led us to talk about “namaste,” what it means and when we first heard it. I saw this just the other day:

“God’s image! How much of God may be seen in me, may I see in others? Try as we may, we cannot hide it completely.

A young reader knowing of my love of new words, sent me a beautiful one: namasté: I salute the God within you. The words which have taught me most richly come in logical progression: ontology: the word about being; ousia: the essence of being, that which is really real; ananda (also sent me as a gift by a reader): that joy in existence without which the universe will fall apart and collapse. And now: namasté. If we accept that God is within each of us, then God will give us, within us, the courage to accept the responsibility of being co-creators.”

Source: Source: “And It Was Good: Reflections on Beginnings (The Genesis Trilogy Book 1)” by Madeleine L’Engle, Rachel Held Evans, Lindsay Lackey

“Earn your keep”

“This is the day the Lord hath made”

“Matt & Zach

Live-Love -Laugh

Your Moms”

…so who are Matt and Zach, who are their moms, what is their relationships and why do I care?

“The truth will set you free but first it will piss you off”

“If the only prayer you say in your life is thank you! That will suffice-Meister Eckhart”

…And that caused me to look up Meister Eckhart. Did you know he lived from 1260 to 1328?

Eckhart von Hochheim OP, commonly known as Meister Eckhart or Eckehart, was a German theologian, philosopher and mystic, born near Gotha, in the Landgraviate of Thuringia in the Holy Roman Empire. Wikipedia

Born: 1260, Holy Roman Empire

Died: 1328, Avignon, France

“Joy is the most infallible sign of God‘s presence”

…And this one led me to tell RA about the quote in one of Madeleine L’Engle’s Wrinkle in Time quintet. And the “JOY” ornaments I love and the one I tucked in Edward’s boxes to move to Denver in May.

“To experience the peace you seek watch your mind as you would watch a rattlesnake”

“Everyone’s a child of God in a school of life doing what seems to be true and necessary in the moment”

… and we discussed the more frequent use of the term “child of God.” Have you noticed that … maybe the last 10 years or so?

One of the nice things about walking with RA is our mind and spirits can wander together. We may not agree, but we can talk about just about anything without boundaries.

And then we finished, packed up Albert, and a sign caught our attention. So we drove around the Unity Center to see what the Carolina Memorial Sanctuary was… It was lovely from the road but still we could not quite figure it out. So we found this on the Internet:

“The End is a New Beginning

Preserve, protect, and renew the land with your burial.

Located in the Asheville area of Western North Carolina, Carolina Memorial Sanctuary is a conservation & green cemetery providing eco-friendly natural burials. Perpetual conservation of the environment is created as each burial becomes part of the living landscape.”

Source: Conservation & Green Burial – Carolina Memorial Sanctuary,

Home

Namaste …

Next we drove the 20 + minutes to Brevard to check out a new labyrinth at St. Philip’s Episcopal Church. It was installed last month. It is a Classical 7-circuit brick/paver labyrinth, small, 26 feet in diameter.

When we pulled in behind the beautiful old stone church, which I understand from the historical marker with built in 1926, we first noticed the lovely community gardens over to the right. The new Labyrinth is located at the back, and today there was a enrichment camp going on at the church and there were multiple groups of young adults and elementary age kids reading together in pairs. We asked if it would bother the pair that were reading on the bench located at the backside of the labyrinth, and they said no, and so we walked.

This is it clearly a production labyrinth, one ordered from a kit, and although it is lovely, we both noticed that there was a rosette and that it was in a juncture and it would have been more perfect if it had been placed at the center.

As I walked, I heard the noise of the cicadas and could hear the little girl reading… “Greta was the biggest dog ever.”

Because there was so much activity in the area, we left Albert in the car near us. He tried to compete with the cicadas with his constant whining.

After we finished our second walk, we drove the half hour to the Arboretum and enjoyed a pleasant lunch outside where both we, including Albert, received excellent service along with our grilled cheese sandwiches.

There was a man sitting at the table next to us wearing a plain gray T-shirt with the letters “WFS”. I asked him what it stood for, thinking “Wake Forest Seminary.” He responded, “It is a school I attended 55 years ago,Woodberry Forest School.” I told him that I knew it well, many friends at Davidson had gone there. He responded that he had gone to W &L, and that they wouldn’t let him in Davidson despite the fact that his father and uncle had gone there. I explained to him that I was visiting Asheville with my Davidson College roommate. We both laughed, knowing that there are some parts of our history we will always love and cherish.

Namaste!

7.31.19

30
Jul
19

7.30.19 … holy envy! …

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Labyrinth Walks, UNC-Asheville, St. Luke’s Episcopal Church-Asheville NC, Grove Park Inn @Sunset:

I made it to Asheville after driving a new route inspired by GPS. I have been in Atlanta for several days helping with some issues regarding my mom. For the first time ever, the Waze app suggested I go a new route from Marietta: south on I75, inner I-285, I85 N, I 585, US 441, US74, and finally I- 40 E to Asheville.

I was listening to Barbera Brown Taylor’s “Holy Envy.” In this book, she talks extensively about her experiences with students in a world religions class at Piedmont College. I had never heard of Piedmont College before, and all of a sudden I looked up and saw the exit for Piedmont College at Demorest GA. Funny how the stars align.

After arriving at “the cabin,” RA and I hopped in her car and headed to Asheville. Our first stop was the UNC-Asheville labyrinth. It was a weedy mess, with lichen on the rocks and overgrown grasses in the path. It is a classical labyrinth, with boundaries of large rocks, a large boulder at the center to sit on, interspersed with a few tall trees or tree trunks, on very uneven hilly terrain.

But quite a nice way to begin our short time together.

After our walk, we headed to White Duck Taco for a pleasant dinner. I had a fish taco, and it was excellent.

We left there and headed downtown to Malaprop’s. If you don’t know Malaprop’s, you should. It is a great independent bookstore. They also have a deal where if you buy $50 worth of books, you can pick out one of their advance copies for free which they keep on a shelf for customers. It is always a fun endeavor to pick out a book from the shelf.

We had decided to go and watch the sunset at the Grovepark Inn on my sister’s recommendation. But we had a little time, so we ventured for another labyrinth walk.

This time we went to St. Luke’s Episcopal Church on Chunn Cove Road, a small old white church.

There is a beautiful space on the ground below the road where the church is located next to a creek. In this space is a small garden, a large gazebo, a children’s play area, and the labyrinth. This lower level is bordered by a heavily kudzu covered area next to a creek. This led me to tell RuthAnn about my brother using a herd of goats for six days to reclaim his overgrown natural area at his house in Atlanta. I told her that Davidson College had used goats for land reclamation along its cross country trails. She had never heard of such a thing. We laughed at the idea.

And yes, we had another delightful walk.

After this one, we ventured to the Grove Park Inn, secured two seats on the lower terrace looking westward and waited for the sunset with a glass of Pinot Noir and a margarita and two excellent desserts. It was quite nice, but because of the cloud cover, the sunset was less than spectacular, but the evening was charming nevertheless. We have decided that in addition to regular labyrinth walks in the area, hiking and exploring along the Blue Ridge Parkway and visiting downtown Asheville for food and shopping adventures, we will seek out the best location to watch the sunset. This was their first attempt. One college classmate recommended Hemingway’s where her son works as a chef. That may be next on our Asheville @ Sunset list when we meet again in September.

7.30.19




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