Meander Field is a place on the edge …  pasture and garden, wetlands and woods, woven together on forty acres surrounded on three sides by a small river. This is where prairie meets granite, where water floods and ebbs, where a woman follows a circuitous path through the changing seasons and the evolving landscape to find her way home.

On a high spot in the north field, a place with a good view of the rising moon, a seven circuit classical labyrinth has been mowed into the grasses and wildflowers.

Criss-crossed with game trails in autumn and buried under snow in winter,  the path is not always easy to find.  The more I walk it, the clearer it becomes.