Art, Garden Art
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Sacred Space

Petals of white satin guard the stairway. As I make my way up, their feathery ends sway in the wind, draping the earth like a wedding gown train. Pillars of amber rise above the entrance to touch the sky. As I enter and take a seat, I see soft silk brushes, painting the clouds with gold. I am in awe, and then suddenly I realize…

I am home.

I knew I’d figure out where I wanted to go with the garden art. This is me (at least for tonight). This is what makes me happy. A bell pepper flower that’s been transformed into a magical palace, a sacred space that is calling my name.

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

—Carl Jung—

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