So I've been out to the labyrinth site twice since I wrote about it last. Once on April 20, for about an hour, and once again on Friday, April 25, for two-and-a-half hours
This last home stretch is the loneliest part. I even put in a plea for volunteer labor Sunday at church; this was supposed to be a group project, a community undertaking, and I feel guilty for not being better at mobilizing and inspiring people to come out and co-labor.
Only a quarter of the 11-ring, 360-degree concentric-circle course, maybe 80 degrees, still needs filling in. Now that Jean Gomez's rock pile is depleted, I've strayed further and further up the property line looking for fertile outcroppings.
And the fault line that had always been quietly growing in the center of the bottom of the fishy-smelling plastic bucket has now become a hole, so I'm going to need to bring a new bucket up there next time.
It's interesting the amount of self-negotiating going on when I'm looking for rocks. For a similar amount of effort, I can either walk further on foot and get great rocks, knowing I'll have to lug them back in the bucket, or I can stay closer and work harder, kneeling down to glean the nearby area for usable rocks. I usually choose the former, but after about an hour of these trips, the whole thing seems futile, since I've maybe made a 10 to 12 degree arc's worth of progress and my eyes are stinging with the same sweat that has soaked my shirt through. Then there's the scorpions and unavoidable prickly pear needles that occasionally get lodged under the skin.
Once a 20- or 30-pound load has been hauled and dumped, there's the extra interior dialog about whether I should break my pace and kneel down (where it's easier for sweat to blur my vision) to position the new rocks or stay moving (where I might catch a breeze) and head back along the fenceline, having to avoid the cactii.
I don't want this to sound miserable. It's also a very spiritual time. Prayer happens. Remembering happens. Perspective happens. Breathing definitely happens.
But I always get impatient at about this point in any project I'm working on. I should have expected it.
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