An ongoing labor of love, creating sacred space
North wall guardian
Ok, this is not going to be the prettiest post, but I have a BIG garden, and during the year I make a BIG mess tending it. I don’t always put things away where they should go, and then I acquire more things and don’t know where to put them so I just toss them somewhere, or I’m in the middle of three projects at the same time and don’t make time to put things away or organize in between. Anyway, the garden storage area can really start looking like a mess. (I also have a storage area inside the garage for the chemicals, fertilizers, irrigation parts and things that shouldn’t be left outside.) So here are some before and after pics:
All pretty now!
Working my way around the Dragon garden, creating elemental representations in the space. I was mesmerized by the Chihuli Exhibit at the Denver botanical Garden’s last year and have wanted to put up a wall of fire in my garden ever since I saw the one they had in their exhibit.
When we built the curved bridges to go over the dry river beds we had a lot of wood left over, and several pieces that were either spear shaped or had a curve in them, due to how the bridge was laid out. I asked Brian to trim them up in curvy, flame-like shapes. He did a great job. they sat around in buckets out behind the house for a year, till I got around to doing this project as one of our community work days.
Before everyone came over Brian and Dug out trenches to delineate the space, laid out the weed barrier and then held it down with the pressure treated 2x6x10’s.
We had to hold the wood down in a vice to drill the 3/8″ holes into the wood, then we took them outside and had one person stand on them while another person pounded in the 3/8″ rebar. This was really hard to do! When they were done, they were taken to the fire display area and placed into the ground through the fabric.
I placed the longest flames first and then the medium and then the shortest.
We painted the flames with neon, outdoor paint, they glow in the sun shine. Darkest colors at the tips and yellow and white at the bottom to symbolize a white/hot heat.
All the flames are in place
We added 2″ of 2″dia lava rock throughout the flames to finish off the look. It’s amazing, you can almost feel the flames. Actually, something to know about lava rock, it holds a LOT of energy, myself and certain others can’t get within 6′ of it without getting dizzy. You can feel the movement of the rock, like a lava flow.
Putting in a trellis and fenced area for the blackberry vines. they’ve been in the ground 2 years now and are starting to grow longer shoots. We laid down fabric up next to the Garden of Pain and out from the Blackberry plants 6′ on both sides.
The trellis support wires are held on with eye bolts, turn-buckles and heavy duty wire, plastic coated. Brian made the trellises, I designed them based on some pictures I saw online. I added the pineapple finial on top which I’ve been keeping in a box in the garage for 20 years. Seriously, I knew I would find the right purpose for those finials one of these days! They look like a blackberry on top after being painted purple. Ha!
I bought antique fencing which I found on Craig’s list. I love it. Painting was tedious, 2 coats of outdoor house paint, in three colors.
We secured the fencing to the 4×4 posts, added handmade, custom sized gates (to allow wheelbarrow access), and then put down 3″ of small gravel.
Done.
Waiting for Blackberries now . . . .
I wanted to create a space in the garden for contemplation of what is painful in life. Gardens to me, sometimes feel like these extra-ordinary , falsely contrived paradises, where everything is prefect, where there are no weeds, and where people walk around smiling. All that is very nice, and I must say that I love going to the Botanical Garden and reveling in it’s perfect beauty.
But my garden is a sacred place, and a place of transition and transformation. Here I honor life in all it’s phases, in all of the seasons, both beautiful and harsh. Here I honor love and joy, pain and sorrow.
I have a special place to meditate and commune with the land spirits and with the Fey, I have a space to celebrate and dance and drum in joy and companionship. I also need a space to experience paid and sorrow, stillness and solitude. This place I have named The Garden of Pain. Here, I leave my pain and failure, my sorrow and my worries.
I walk upon the path through the exceptionally thorny Rosa Rugosas and contemplate that which pains me; I walk the path as the thorny branches of the Locust and Russian Olive reach out and catch my clothing, reminding me to stop and not proceed through so quickly.
Here I leave my tears for the Fey and for the Roses to feed upon.
The beginning
The stones are being placed in the middle of the sanded walkway because I am planning to add a mixed media design around the central walk way, on both sides.
The materials will be in congruent and installed over time as they are discovered or acquired.
Turning the corner was difficult, the large stones had to be cut with the tile saw so the corner could be accomplished.
On the right, the two sections end 2′ before the dry river bed stones. Eventually, there will be a bridge here to connect the sections while allow-ing overflow from the pond and/or water feature to move through the GoP and into the main dry river bed drainage system.
These stepping stones bring you into the Garden of Pain. Some will hop-scotch their way in, while others will spend time walking from Sephira to Sephira.
Brian built this simple arch way/trellis to support the gate and the Jasmine vine that is planted on either side of the gate.
Phase 1 complete, more to come.
Welcome dears, Come on in, soak the sand with all your tears,
prick a finger on the thorns, and bring an offering the path adorn.
This summer seems to go on and on. I am still pulling vegetables from the garden, the maximilians are still in bloom, and so are the roses. It’s November!
There’s and old folk tradition that after Samhain, October 31st, anything not removed from the garden should remain there for the Fey. But up until this October, there wasn’t that much left for the Fey anyway. I decided to harvest the blessing of these late season veges and flowers and ask pardon from the Fey. I left them some extra shiny things in the garden as payment.
These Roses were harvest mid November, before what would be the first hard freeze and snow fall of the season.
I’ve been designing elemental gardens at the edges of the main sacred space, between the Dragons. I’ve been having trouble figuring out what to do for water. What I want is a shallow fountain that will continually circulate water and mist it downward from a trellis-like support above. I’m still trying to talk my husband into that idea.
I set up some temporary bird baths to bring water to the area instead. Then I noticed that the city was cutting down a large dead cottonwood tree at the end of the block. So I asked Jester (who’s time I paid for) and my fired Don to come over and help me get enough log segments out of the ditch under the tree to make a better display in the water feature.
We dug holes to stand the logs in, according to the individual size of each log, added some gravel for drainage and tucked in the logs.
I filled a set of fancy matching pots that I have been saving for the right project with spring bulbs, and then tucked them inside of some larger black plastic pots, adding mulch for insulation between the pots.
The fancy pots will get dug out of the bigger pots and placed on top of the logs. Their flowers reaching upwards and green vines hanging down mimicking water flow. we’ll have to see what it looks like.
After the bulbs faded, I replaced them with annuals. (2016)