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  • Stonebard home
  • Doves
  • Lovers
  • Stone Circles
    • Rock Family Circle
  • Nature Boy
  • Gently Weeping Guitar
  • A Journey
    • Cottonwood Chapter
    • Chestnut Chapter
    • Oak Chapter
    • Cedar Chapter
  • KoKwalAlWoot's Story
  • Carving the Maiden of Deception Pass Story Pole
  • Events calendar
  • Book of Peace and Love

A Journey: Chestnut Chapter

One of our magic moments, we go visit St. Madeleine’s Church, because,
      although we are not into churches and generally avoid anything associated
      with them, this is Paris and there are magnificent churches everywhere,
      and some really fantastic art and architecture made in them, and most
      importantly our middle granddaughter is named Magdalena, and I want to
      take a picture for her of the church front where the name is carved
      Magdalena, being in Latin instead of French. And in relation to the
      preceding chapter, the 3rd version of SLOW DANCE, in black walnut, was
      made especially as a wedding gift from her dad, our son Tracy Dylan, to
      her mother Shawna.
Picture
The Madeleine
Picture
Ascension of Mary Magdalene
     




Go inside on 3rd visit, like good druish boy, see the fantastically
      beautiful grand marble statue of MARY MAGDALENE being carried up to heaven
      by winged angels, carved in 1841 by Carlo Marochetti, a terrific Italian sculptor.

      Remember Jack Kerouac, as he told in Satori in Paris, also went there and
      was so awestruck by the same statue that he forgot to drop his coins in
      the poor box, and his mother chided him for it when he got home, and he
      really regretted it but never got a chance to go back and do it. So I
      gratefully dropped my few coins in the poor box, for Jack. Also a SEEKER,
      friend and mentor, and that’s certainly another chapter somewhere. The
      wheel turns, the river flows, life is renewed in tiny bits.





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