In front of the main entrance to Østerlars church there is a paved esplanade nestled between some chestnut trees. It was designed in 2004 by the landscape architect Thorben Michelsen. It comprises 12 red stoned circles representing Jesus and the Apostles. Jesus, the smallest circle, is placed in the centre flanked by two bigger circles representing Peter and John. He faces 9 medium sized circles representing the other Apostles, Judas, of course, having been excluded from the tableau. Pale grey lines among the dark grey background link all the circles, the figure being reminiscent of a crop circle. At the back of the figure, facing the church entrance, there is a natural flat stone embedded in the soil. The original idea was to place one of the three rune stones linked to the church – the one to the left of the entrance – creating a line running from the old to the new order, marking the transition to Christianity and the blending of traditions.
Currently I am immersed in sacred geometry, exploring the beautiful patterns of crop circles and designs which capture the essence of our journeys to sovereign selfhood. All my creative enterprises focus on circles, the basic form of the round church, spilling over into many forms and shapes. I have particularly enjoyed reproducing the pattern in the esplanade marvelling at the precise measurements and the harmonies which come from working with sacred proportions.
The most breath-taking experience, within these circles, occurred early one morning, a few days ago, when I stood in the circle representing Jesus and watched the swallows dip and swirl from under the church roof where they nest. They were preparing to spend the day hunting flies and other scrumptious insects, making that particular joyful whistle which I associate with summer. I was able to enjoy the stillness of the moment, relishing in the swallows’ ballet, before the throngs of tourists began pouring in and invading, sometimes desecrating the tranquillity of the space.
There was both majesty and simplicity emanating from the circle, me being part of the scene, no longer separate from life’s arising.