The labyrinth takes form

The labyrinth is taking shape, as you can see. And, in fact, there's a secret code already embedded in it.

Debi's holding the key, and Joyce is laying down the code—in longs and shorts, whole-pavers and half-size ones. It's literally morse code.

To produce the half-pavers—for the code and to help with the turns in the labyrinth—Marco clefts them deftly. What appears on the right to be a relic spun-steel fire extinguisher is really a future prayer gong.

These beautiful fly ash pavers come to us from CalStar Products. We love them not only for their colors and earthiness, but because they're manufactured with such ingenious, green, and sustainable means. Listen to their story yourself.

CalStar donated a pallet of these pavers to Red Egg for our labyrinth—through our friend and CalStar CEO, Tom Pounds. (You can meet Tom in the link above.) We had a blast at CalStar's headquarters in Newark when Tom showed us the pavers being made.

This paver is being inscribed for Joyce. Its place is in the inner circle. It is one of the most common Native American sun symbols. Notice that it has seven rays—epitomizing the seven energy centers in a person and the development of those centers. This symbol represents the healing arts—and a peace-loving person.

We hope you'll consider bringing your own additions and inscriptions to the circle.

Here Chris and Dennis begin to lay out the decomposed granite for the pathway—a surface that can be walked barefoot, if one wants. The beautiful top layer comes courtesy of winter storms on the coast.

Chris tamps the decomposed granite above. Marcy's iPhone video might take a moment to buffer. Hit play, let the buffering do its thing, come back in a moment or two, hit replay, and turn up the sound if you want to hear Dianne enjoining the males towards a blood offering.

Dennis has begun to walk the wheel,

...and other critters, too.

And if you decoded what's written in these pavers, this is what you'd find:

     "We shall not cease from exploration

       And the end of all our exploring

       Will be to arrive where we started

       And know the place for the first time."

                                   —T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"