UPDATE: The "Cabin" will be open through the Memorial in Tucson. The candles are lit, the fire is burning in the fireplace and there are plenty of comfortable couches and chairs for anyone who would like to join us.
This is a space for gathering, a space for comfort, healing and community. On this day of honoring those lost in Tucson and their families, for all those hurt - here we can send good wishes, thoughts, energy, prayer to all the victims of Saturday's violence and to our stunned country. Here comfort and hugs are freely given.
I've created a "Garden" of sorts. A visual retreat, a sanctuary filled with warmth and light. It's a place, hopefully, where we can share joys and sorrows, comfort and hope.
Welcome to a version of what I call the Mojo Garden in honor of TexDem and the community that gathers daily in his Mojo diaries. Please take off your coats and make yourself at home.
There's a hill ringed lake dressed in snow. A small peninsula curves out into Winter's meringue topped waters. Only the moaning of the wind, the castanet rattle of tree branches is heard. No children play on the cove's beach today. Summer memories sleep beneath a blanket of white. It's a snow globe vista.
Wind blown snow veils the hills, gauze sheets and streamers dancing and swirling across the lake. Bare trees comb through the white air with gray brown arms. The crimson flight of Cardinals is grounded, huddled in its' nest.
Drifts rise flake by flake across the freshly shoveled path to the cabin door. Smoke rises above the lip of the Cabin chimney only to be snatched by the wind. Gold washed light from the windows beckons, promising warmth and comfort through the storm. Come on in and rest your hearts and spirits. Hang up your coats and heart hurt. Take off your shoes and fears.
White candles on the mantle flicker their light on ceiling beams. Fire dances it's red-gold warmth over the river stoned hearth and the wide pine floors. Thick, woven, rugs wait to ease your feet. Table lamps cast pools of soft light on comfortable couches and chairs.
Wrap yourself in a colorful quilt and curl up on a couch. Rest your head on a soft throw pillow and watch the fire dance or share your heart with a friend.
Fresh food, coffees and teas scent the air from the harvest table. Gentle laughter drifts from the kitchen from those who find comfort in cooking. Even on this day, especially on this day, music and laughter softly drift through the rooms.
Come on in and rest yourselves. There is comfort to be found here. Joy, sorrows and prayers to be shared. The Mojo Garden is here for you.