You walk your way in and you must walk your way out. The experience of the journey often feels surreal as it seems you have already been in this place before. You have and yet you have not for you are doubling back in twists and turns and once you reach the center your return is the same path, only in reverse. This is the labyrinth.
My friend Clare of Tiger Food Press in North Portland, Oregon says that printing something with moveable type is the same process. I can and must believe her. I haven't done it myself. She has done it. She printed my book (un) familiar with her letter press. So she has and does and will continue to do so. Walking the labyrinth with her printing press.
The letters must be set by hand, one at a time, with much care and attention as they are opposite of the way they are viewed when read. They produce an image in reverse. As each word is formed and spacers are set, it must feel much like the walk; I have been here before but not really.
And when you reach the center, which is the actual experience of pressing the type into, not just on to, the paper, then you must turn and walk your way out. You must remove the type, one letter at a time. The type is changed some how by the pressing, as you are changed some how by the walking. The type is different. You are different. You have both experienced the pressing which was the creation of something new.
It is a pilgrimage, a journey made by a foreigner.
It is a sojourn, the distance you can walk in a day.
What are you hungry for?
Ingrid the Rune Woman
Wise and Irreverent
The Art of Pilgrimage by Phil Cousineau
The Way of the Traveler by Joseph Dispenza