Boy howdy am I gonna pay for not keeping up with my journaling. Oye. But it's all good. I've been busy, busy with fabulous excursions and fabulous friends and fabulous doings. I think you've got it... life has been pretty fabulous.

Rather than haul out my calendar now to refresh my memory to report now (I'll do that another time), I think I'll just write about today.

It was such a good day because I chose to make it a good day. Reread that sentence. It's important. We have the choice.

Back story to tonight's story:

Several years ago I dedicated about 1/4 acre of my property to an art installation. The great beautiful outdoors was my canvas, and as I started to conceptualize my installation I just *let it happen* and what happened was really quite fantastical and meaningful for me.

It started out with Tibetan prayer flags. I'm enamored with the concept of Tibetan Prayer Flags. As they flap, the wind carries to God the prayers that are written on the flags.

I called the installation My Sanctuary, which is rather boring, but so be it. During the first full year it continued to be a work in progress, but the last two years I've barely tossed it a kibble of creativity. Three pulmonary embolisms, a hip replacement, the death of a beloved parent, a diagnosis of Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis... well good gravy, I've been busy.

The installation moseyed through my woods with pea pebble paths and inviting benches every so often. I also installed a custom prie-dieu. Much to my delight friends and friends of friends often visited My Sanctuary. One neighbor who'd lost her husband came daily to pray. Children were tickled with the whimsy. I invited people to add to the installation... and they did. It was fun. Kind of an adult Where's Waldo, if you will. Even the Chattanooga Free Times wrote an article about it.

By last count there were over 100 clocks. I never intended the installation to be about time but that's what happened. I also had someone help me install screen doors waaaaay up high in the trees. I rarely revealed my intentions, but I will here. The doors were high and out of reach and represented missed opportunities. Doors I hadn't opened. *sigh*

I won't go into all the reasons I dismantled my installation today, but that's what happened. Dare I say, "It was time?"

Like all exhibits, it was time to dismantle. I called my Joan and Johnny Ray, and they came over to help. Yikes, did they ever haul off a bunch of clocks.

In addition to clocks and doors and windows, My Sanctuary also had some valuable yard art. And this is where the fun was renewed. We hauled the sculptures to my front and side yards and repurposed them. Omigosh, it was so much fun, and now the sculptures are situated in places when I can enjoy them daily. I'll take pictures and post them when I backtrack with all my other updates.

Oh, and this summer I'll be reworking My Sanctuary to give it a more Zen feeling.

Until then, as always, thanks for listening.




At both entrances there are multiple doorknobs to gain entrance. *smiling*