3/13/10 11:43 AM
Hidden away amongst the oak trees at church, there’s a labyrinth.
Designed by Dad and painstakingly built by him and a few others, the path is defined by lines of native rock.
I think it’s more interesting than most, as it winds in a path that’s sometimes straight, sometimes curvy, depending on nature’s obstacles, but leading eventually to the center. More true to life than those beautiful classical labyrinths made of lazy, orderly loops.