The Stones - Isle Estrella
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
'Burnt Norton', T.S. Eliot
A jury's worth of dark stones stand in a circle just beyond the wood on the island's northern height. The play of light and shadow on their rough hewn surfaces gives them the illusion of arrested motion--dancing figures suspended in the pause between beat and beat. In position they are aligned to the twelve points of the compass; in composition they are basalt, grey-black and glittering wherever the stroke of metal burnished. All are roughly 2' in diameter, all save three are 7' in height: the stones that portal the northeastern sky and frame the solstice dawns are 9' tall, also the westernmost stone standing tall against the equinoctial sunsets.
Within the circle, the green grass is velvetly short, beyond it lies dirt and gravel that shows the kinship of the stones with the island's 'garrison wall' several hundred feet away. And lastly in the center of all is one low octagonal stone, hollowed in the middle to form a deep basin. In faintest relief, a spiral has been carved into the stone from edge to deepest center.