Zen Spot #9 — Mindfulness, meditation and a rusted iron obelisk on fifteen dead acres February 11, 2018 00:05
A safe place
At the right time of day, with the sun shining, one can sit at this obelisk's base, find the lotus position, close one’s eyes, lean back, and embrace the quiet. It offers a natural and perfect seat. Often, a breeze encircles the courtyard at the center of which the sculpture resides.
It is an altar of sorts.
I walked by every day for four years and never touched it. The day I took this picture, I did the same and don’t know why. It appears to be cast from solid metal, perhaps a combination of steel and iron. If so, the behemoth must weigh several tons. And, if one were to strike it with the expectation that a dark bell will respond, there will, instead, be a sharp pain. If one were to comfort it with a hand, the rust would redden as much of one's palm as touches the face of the sculpture.
The opportunity offered to sit perfectly is unambiguous. Quietly screaming for meditation, I missed the opportunity.
It sits at the center of dead monastery. Where art and discourse once thrived, boarded doorways, broken windows, graffiti and dreadful silence now eat into its spirit. Bolts, plywood and industrial locks create walls out of doorways.
At the corner of Beech and Penrose Avenues, three blocks north of Cheltenham Avenue, in Elkins Park, Pennsylvania, lies the remains of the original Tyler School of Art. Set on the once private family estate of the members of the William Elkins Lukens fortune, the school graduated its first class in 1934. Surrounded by a five-foot stone wall, the campus is a quiet, bucolic respite that protects young artists from the surrounding world in much the same way the walls of a monastery protect young monks.
I graduated in 1986.
In 2009, the school moved to Temple University’s main campus, about ten miles away. In its wake, it left the husk of a previous life onto which I still hold. I rarely return because I don’t want new memories. The beauty of the old memories is far more appealing. Their volume and intensity are enough to overwhelm and displace a brief visit, thankfully. A past life is still visible in my mind’s eye, while I am moving to the next.
The husk is fading as I write this sentence--as it should be.
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