We arrived here on Monday where I'm doing a workshop and facilitator training with Lauren Artress--Living An Authentic Life. We begin by doing a Greek dance, move into announcements and then morning talks, divided by a coffee break, then our small groups.
--yesterday a tour of the crypt, today a tour of the cathedral--Lauren says we are tourists before we are pilgrims. Tomorrow we become pilgrims as we walk the labyrinth in candlelight--we will prepare for that tomorrow and then also have an orientation, then rest--then the evening walk which also involves the crypt, but I'm not certain how. Lauren said we should spend tomorrow afternoon as if we're preparing to go to the Temple.
We are staying in the shadow of Chartres--a simple room, with large windows that open out to green fields and roofs of houses, and let in the cooling breezes.
I think of how I have been called to Chartres--that humanities textbook, that I crammed to learn to teach the class--then coming with Doug and Pat and Charles--mainly to see the stained glass and to climb the bell tower--we spent the day here--and, as I was tired from the bell tower, I sat down on a chair, head in hand, gazed at the floor and saw that labyrinth.
That was about 10 years ago, and since then, the labyrinth has been in my life both in Utah and in Colorado, where we just constructed a new one. and here I am as a pilgrim. Doug awaits upstairs, so I will take camera in hand to I hope post some pix here.
Holy time.
And Taize this evening.
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