SCENIC TULSA: THE HUNTER PARK LABYRINTH
This is Tulsa's other labyrinth;as faithful pilgrims and seekers will know, I built one in my back yard. I heard about this labyrinth from a friend. Though Hunter Park is in deepest, darkest south suburban Tulsa where most of the Rub-up-lick-ends and Fish People live, I put on my ball cap so they couldn't see the mark of the beast on my forehead, and ventured forth to find it. The yellow lines are painted on a concrete pad that was formerly used for basketball courts, from the look of it, with exactly the same paint used on streets and highways by traffic dept.
Enter.
As you can see from this picture, some nimrod has been "doing donuts" and left lots of skid marks to document his spiritual experience at the labyrinth. I've never actually seen anyone walk this labyrinth the way a labyrinth is meant to be walked, staying between the lines, threading the courses all the way to the center, and back out again. The first time I walked it myself, some skateboarders were using the "table rock" in the center as a platform, hopping up and skidding along the edges.
The wind blew my hat off. I couldn't reach it without crossing lines, so I just had wait 'til I got to that course. The pattern is more complex than the seven course classical labyrinth I laid out at home. Someone took some trouble to lay it out with that yellow paint on concrete.
It takes about 30 minutes or so (I wasn't timing myself) to walk this labyrinth at a leisurely pace.
I find that I experience what I call the flashbulb effect, an epiphenomenon of my mania, by the time I reach the center of this labyrinth. It's like I'm the filament and the world is the bulb. Everything lights up, sharper and clearer than it was.
I left my mark before departing back to the work-a-day world.
9:13:45 PM 
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