Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Treehouse
Blustery, bland, monochromatic outside
Warm candlelight, Aveda rainforest, quiet inside

This is the place where I write, the place where I dream into the future and reflect on the present.  This is the place I recharge, revise, renew.  This is the place where we gather and spill the wine or blow the steam off the top of our tea.  This is the place where I work it all out in my head.  This is the place where I get perspective, where I go when I need to walk away.  This is the place where I meet myself, on the page and in all of the little things I place around to remind me to stay close to the heart and soul of my life.  This is a place for which I never dared to dream, but that reminds me we are not meant to know, that we must leave space in order to discover.

This is the Zen Adventure Treehouse in Minneapolis: