Indenture

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7:00 – she’s tucking in the sheets

that the four-year-old kicks loose every night

            the seven-year-old sleeps like roadkill

            the baby, of course, sleeps next to her

            she hears a creaking click

            is that the flap on the mailbox?

            she hurries barefoot downstairs

            holding her nightgown above her ankles

            Nothing.

*

9:30 – she vacuums the rug in the foyer

            her starched collar scrapes her neck

            one eye on the carpet

            one on the mail slot

            Nothing.

*

11:00 – she puts the roast in the oven

            scrubs stains out of mister’s overalls

            wipes her raw fingers on a tea towel

            Oh! Footsteps on the front porch

            clink-clack goes the flap

            crisp envelopes slide onto the mat

            an invitation for the missus

            two bills for the mister

            one beautiful blue aerogramme

            that she kisses

            and presses to her heart

Labyrinth VIII

Labyrinth VIII

The Lifebridge Sanctuary in High Falls, N.Y. holds a special place in my heart because my daughter had her wedding there more than a decade ago.  She got married at the end of January, so the scenery was quite different than what we saw this June when we went to check out the labyrinth. 

Lifebridge rests in a mountain setting.  It serves as a retreat site and hosts other events, too, such as weddings.  The labyrinth is indicated by a small sign.  It is a classical or Cretan style labyrinth, made with stones that were collected by the builders (see the explanation in the photo).

The weather was perfect: cool and sunny with just the right amount of breeze.  Except for the wind, the hillside was silent.  We walked the path, but I had trouble discerning the center.  This design is not my favorite.

Cretan or classical labyrinth

 I prefer the Chartres style with the six-petaled rose in the center.  It has more mystery and destination, and it offers more space in which to stand.

However, once we’d completed the labyrinth, we sat on a bench and soaked up the peace.  I wanted to stay there for hours, basking in the pleasance and beauty, but it was Sunday and Lifebridge was closing.  This labyrinth is in such a lovely location that it rivals the richness and peace of the labyrinth at St. James in Hyde Park.

35,000 Feet

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He climbed into the jet’s wheel well

in Havana.

In June, 1969, he was seventeen.

The Iberia Douglas DC-8 flew

non-stop

to Madrid.

Why Madrid?

All the other flights

went to communist countries.

*

He held on by his fingertips

during take-off.

The wind blew him sideways.

He became part of the noise.

The deafening blackness.

*

He shivered and shook

in freezing air

at minus thirty degrees.

Deprived of oxygen

he passed out.

*

The pilot found him

under the plane.

Presumed dead,

covered in ice.

*

Armando Socarras Ramirez survived.

Like a hibernating animal

he returned to life

in the warm Spanish air.

*

128 wheelwell stowaways

since 1947,

all males

driven by desperation

risking everything.

Labyrinth VII – Unification Theological Seminary

Our labyrinth hunt is taking us further afield.  The Unification Theological Seminary (UTS)—unknown to me before this trip—is situated almost an hour away on the east side of the Hudson River, in Barrytown.  The buildings are fairly impressive; the grounds are well-kept and beautiful.

In the first parking lot, we stopped a couple getting ready to hike who directed us up the road.  “The labyrinth is on the left,” the man said.  Of course, we missed it and ended up driving around the site, eventually passing some homes.  Two people and a dog were out in their garden, so we asked again.

From the way he spoke, the man seemed to belong to the place.  “We’re fixing it up,” he said of the labyrinth.  “Some of the bricks have sunk into the ground.”

Following his directions, we managed to find it.  After the peace pole, we spotted the overgrown labyrinth.  The entrance is marked by a pretty, vine-covered gate.  And yes, the bricks are buried and yes, it was so hard to discern the paths and turns that I eventually gave up. 

However, I spent a happy half hour swishing through the weeds, looking hard for the switchbacks, and reading the signs posted at the four compass points and in the center.  And for all that walking, I only found one tick on my white pants.

This labyrinth is an eleven-circuit one in the Chartres cathedral style.  It’s big, eighty feet in diameter.  Over on one side is a memorial bench. 

Once we got back to the car, we explored other monuments.  I was getting the drift that this place had a long history, and I was curious to look it up online later.

We met the hikers again and learned that the UTS was founded by Sun Myung Moon.  That name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t remember anything about him. 

Here’s the UTS profile from its website (https://uts.edu/about-uts/profile-of-uts):

The Unification Theological Seminary [UTS] prepares its graduate for professional careers in the ministry and in public leadership. UTS serves as the Home of Thought for the teachings of Unificationism. While at UTS, all students master the teachings of Christian tradition and learn about the core underpinnings of the World Religions. UTS confers four accredited graduate degrees: Doctor of Ministry, Master of Divinity, Master of Religious Education and Master of Arts in Religious Studies.

UTS has a gifted, respected faculty from differing religious backgrounds and denominations. UTS fosters an ethos of faith and of living for the sake of others. The seminary’s more than sixteen hundred graduates serve in a broad array of missions in the church and in public leadership. Many go on to pursue careers in interfaith organizations, in education, journalism, law, medicine, politics and business. UTS graduates have gone on to pursue doctoral studies at Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Chicago, Columbia, Vanderbilt, Graduate Theological Union, and other top educational institutions.

Apparently, UTS is still viable, but classes are currently held online.  And yes, it was indeed founded by Sun Myung Moon. This part of the UTS history is from the same website:

Less than three years after he began his ministry in the United States in December 1971, Reverend Moon initiated plans for the establishment of his young church’s first theological seminary. For this purpose, in 1974 the church purchased the campus of St. Joseph’s Normal Institute, a Christian Brothers boarding school located in the Hudson Valley that had recently closed. Dr. David S. C. Kim was appointed to establish the Seminary and lead it as its first president. President Kim assembled a faculty and staff, and on September 20, 1975 UTS welcomed the first class of 56 students, who enrolled in a two year Religious Education Program. In 1980 the Seminary added a three year Divinity Program to better prepare students for ministerial leadership.

Sun Myung Moon’s biography is surprising.  Here’s an excerpt from The Guardian

( https://www.theguardian.com/world/2012/sep/03/moonies-sun-myung-moon-dies )

Moon founded the church in 1954 amid the ruins of South Korea and promoted a mixture of Christianity and his own conservative, family-oriented teachings. He preached new interpretations of lessons from the Bible, and fused elements of Christianity and Confucianism – outlining his principles in his book, Explanation of the Divine Principle, published in 1957.

In later years, the church built a business empire that included the Washington Times newspaper, the New Yorker Hotel in Manhattan, Bridgeport University in Connecticut, as well as a hotel and a car plant in North Korea. It acquired a ski resort, a professional soccer team and other businesses in South Korea, and a seafood firm that supplies sushi to Japanese restaurants across the United States.

Moon seems to have made some questionable moves in his long life.  However, the Seminary appears to be an accredited college that has hosted, in its past, many illustrious speakers.

At the end of our visit, we had not only found a labyrinth and a lovely place, we’d also had our curiosity piqued and learned some new history.

In Book III, Awakening Magic, Prince Emric must avert a war by relocating the faeries’ labyrinth.

Accord

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What is more optimistic than a maple tree?

Who else produces a myriad of mini-helicopter children

only one of which might—possibly—take root?

*

What is more reassuring than a river?

Its destination fixed, conversing with itself

and anyone else who cares to listen,

always, always running to the sea.

*

What is more adaptable than poison ivy?

Who else appears in so many guises?

Masquerading as a vine, it climbs

toward the light.

At ground level, it sends runners in all directions,

covering an area

the size of a car, two cars, a parking lot.

It says, go on, touch me.  I dare you.

*

In the dream, I had two black snakes in a box.

They pushed off the lid,

so I took them into my hands.

Oh, the feel of the smooth, cool scales

coiling around my wrists,

sliding through my fingers.

I took them under the maple tree

and let them go.

Labyrinth VI – Fair Street Reformed Church

My husband needed a COVID test at his doctor’s office in Kingston (NY).  So…as long as we were in Kingston, I thought we might as well check out the labyrinth at the Fair Street Reformed Church.  Fair Street is in the old part of Kingston with interesting houses that probably date back to earlier days when Kingston was the capital of New York. 

The labyrinth was just steps away from the sidewalk.  The bricks outlining the path appeared to be made of granite and were slightly above ground level.  There was a plaque at the entrance with some suggestions, including this provocative quote:

The point of a maze is to find its center.  The point of a labyrinth is to find your center.

This labyrinth had six circuits and was medieval in type, according to the WWLL.  The placement of the bricks that formed the circuits was clever.  The turns were formed by an elongated X.  I especially liked the way the bricks formed the six-petaled rose in the center.  As far as I could tell, the only bricks that had to be cut were those that made the end points of the petals’ edges.

For all its simplicity—or maybe because of it–this design was really pleasing.  However, the paths were a little too narrow for comfortable walking.  I suspect the location dictated the width, because the labyrinth was on the lawn between the church and the sidewalk.

It was hard to find inner silence on that busy Monday morning in the center of Kingston.  I was halfway into my walk when along came a city worker with a rolling metal cannister, collecting the money out of the parking meters.  Oh, the rattling and clinking! 

It wasn’t a peaceful location—for me, anyway–but I will store away the design as one to possibly replicate someday.

*

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What I Wanted

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At eighteen, what I wanted most

was for my mother

to come to my graduation.

She didn’t.  She couldn’t.

She wouldn’t be seen,

so sick and thin.

*

At 70, I dream that she comes

to my graduation

held in an echoing cafeteria

with rows of folding metal chairs.

She comes with my father.

She wears a bulky, padded brown coat.

She is always cold, carved out by cancer.

*

My mother and father wait and wait.

But I have forgotten the paper

with my speech.

I’ve left it at home.

The ceremony goes on without me.

It ends.

Parents and students straggle

out of the building.

My time is lost again.

Labyrinth V

Hyde Park, N.Y. is on the east side of the Hudson River.  It is where many rich folks built their mansions.  Hyde Park is home to Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s “Springwood,” as well as his Presidential Library and Museum.  The Vanderbilt Mansion is in Hyde Park, too.  But we were there to walk the labyrinth at St. James’ Episcopal Church.

The church was closed due to COVID, but the labyrinth was easily found in the walled yard beside the church. 

It shares the space with a cemetery, a crypt, and several venerable, majestic trees. 

The labyrinth is a simple brick-lined path in the grass.  It is thirty feet in diameter in the classical style.  There was nothing particularly special about the construction of this labyrinth, but the location was the most peaceful, pleasant spot I’ve been in so far.  Maybe it was the presence of the cemetery that influenced the atmosphere. 

After we walked the labyrinth, we sat on the bench beneath the arbor and absorbed the calm. 

This was a place where time was altered.  Perhaps it was the age of the church and graveyard that spoke of the continuity of nature and the cycles of seasons. We felt welcome.

Grail Center Labyrinth–May 15

Word of advice regarding a labyrinth walk:

Do not bring your husband who has vascular dementia.

He cannot remember that this is a sacred activity.

A silent activity.

I send him in ahead of me. 

I wait.  Close eyes.  Find my question.

Slow step.  Heel to toe step.

*

He makes silly Halloween noises when he passes me.

I’m in a bubble, I tell him. Be quiet.

He walks fast.  He sits on a bench. 

He says, People leave stuff here.

Sssh! I hiss.

Slow step. Heel to toe step.

*

Focus, I tell myself, focus on your question.

He repeats, People leave stuff here. 

I give up on the spiritual and focus on the material.

Stones delineate the paths.

The makers have laid down weed deterring cloth

fixed it to the earth with spikes

and metal washers the size of doughnuts.

Then a layer of mulch on the cloth.

Slow step. Heel to toe step.

*

I examine the trinkets visitors have left.

A beaded bracelet and one made of string.

Several cartoon character plastic toys

A dream catcher

A row of scallop shells

A painted red word: peace.

Slow step. Heel to toe step.

*

I am in the center

sacred leftovers jumbled at my feet.

What was my question? 

A laminated photograph of a young man

Latino. 2000-2019

A card about suicide prevention.

Is that my answer?  Gratitude?

*

Get away! Get away! he says, swatting at gnats.

The stone walls stand witness.

Trees breathe green.

Scent of honeysuckle

On a rush of wind

A spatter of rain

Slow step.  Heel to toe step.

*

So many seekers walking

I hold them all within me.

As they hold me

And this bumbling, noisy man as well.

Labyrinth IV

The 15th of May was warm and sunny. We set off to find the labyrinth at the Grail Center in Cornwall-on-Hudson.  Listed as a retreat or conference center, the Grail Center “welcomes to the public to use the labyrinth during daylight hours, and to respect any retreat participant activities that are going on at the time of your visit.” (Worldwide Labyrinth Locator).

The Grail Center proved to be a large, tall house with two circular drives, one in front and one in back.  We drove past the front door looking for a sign of some sort, but there was none.  We drove around the back circle where four cars were parked.  Still no notice indicating the location of a labyrinth.  We drove around to the main entrance again, and I got out to investigate. 

The top portion of the Dutch door was open.  I peered into a spacious foyer where a wooden statue of a peaceful seated woman caught light from the windows.  “Hello!  Hello!” my voiced echoed.

I heard women talking and laughing, but no one appeared.  Not yet willing to give up, I went out to the car and parked it in the back with the others.  Then, finally, a young woman came out, asking, “Can I help you?”

She graciously directed us toward the labyrinth, and also answered my questions about the Grail Center.  It was in use today or possibly rented for longer by the Rural and Migrant Ministry. (http://ruralmigrantministry.org)  I was torn—I wanted to learn more about her organization, but I also wanted to see the labyrinth.  That, after all, was the reason we had come.

Off we went, down the hill, following a somewhat indistinct path past two cabins that I supposed housed retreat participants.  On our left was an empty stone niche that had once, I guessed, held a religious statue.

The path came to a T and we went to the right, because I could see part of the stone wall that was in the photograph in the WWLL. 

We skirted along the higher part of the stone wall which had a low archway built into it. 

This doorway was blocked, but further down there was an arch where we entered.  It felt to me like discovering an ancient ruin.

My printout stated that “The Grail Labyrinth is a five-circuit labyrinth adapted from the Tarry Town Labyrinth at Temple Cowley, Oxford, England.”  It measures thirty-eight feet across.

At the entrance was a tile that read, “Enjoy the journey.” 

On a podium was this quote from Rev. Dr.  Lauren Artes’s book Walking the Sacred Path:

The atmosphere of this labyrinth and the place itself felt welcoming and warm.  Even though the actual labyrinth and the stone walls were worn and in disrepair, the energy of the walkers felt young, especially because of the items many had left on the stones lining the path.

The poem in the following post captures my experience, so I won’t elaborate on that part.

This was my favorite labyrinth so far.  I appreciated the setting: the crumbling stone walls, the surrounding woods, the mysterious path leading there. 

As we often do, we donated to the labyrinth’s sponsoring organization.

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