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Using what we already have

There are a couple of stone foundations and chimneys at Cedar Cross – remnants of the lives lived here in years past.

These structures were built using a resource of the land that occurs in abundance here – granite.

When an artist snatches the tail of her muse leading her toward a new medium, look out. There are entire commercial industries built around selling art supplies and teaching craft lessons and so on and so forth. And thank goodness for that, for the nurturing of creativity in folks however it shows up for them. I’m all for it.

But in my case, in this moment, less is more. I’ve lost most of my income for now because of this pandemic, so in my creative endeavors of late, I’m committed to working with what I already have, using what I already have, and not spending money if I can help it.

So THANK GOODNESS there is no end to the supply of rocks at Cedar Cross!

When this land was farmed, rocks were piled up out of the way of the plow. In the woods I can find piles here and there, lots of them. My understanding of the geology is that stone outcroppings tend to run northwest to southeast. That helps me know where to look. And John is helpful with directing me to outcroppings.

I have three piles going in the Sunny Garden. They are sort of sorted according to shape and function. Sort of. It’s all a work in progress.

One is for massive flat boulders. Those work well as steps, and I’m thinking of trying to do the main floor of The Pocket with those. That will be tricky and require the strength of Samson before his haircut. But, hey, since haircuts are hard to come by in pandemic times, maybe we can work something out. We’ll see.

Another pile is for stones with some depth and a lovely flat side. Those are for the pathway.

The third pile is for retaining walls. Smaller stackables are for the plant beds, and bigger rocks are for The Pocket wall.

John advised me when I started this project that with stone work, you’ll end up collecting more rocks than you’ll use, usually at a rate of three to one. Every rock placed is selected for that spot, so it makes sense that some won’t be chosen.

I guess that means at some point I’ll be making my own pile of rocks somewhere in the woods, available for someone else looking to build something some day in the years to come.

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The root of the problem

I think I’m on stone number 729 or something like that. By now I’ve learned how to select the stone for the spot and how to set it so it will be stable enough to walk on.

Slopes create a challenge, even if they’re slight. But what really creates an obstacle is root systems.

So when I encountered a huge root on a fairly short and steep slope, I realized both challenges concurrently would require special effort.

If a root is smaller than your average cucumber, I’ll cut it and remove it. If it’s larger than that, I work around it because I don’t want to risk serious injury to the life of the tree.

So far I’ve cut through hundreds of roots. And so far there have been only three that I had to work around. They were huge – perhaps the size of my arm. The latest one took a while to manage because of its location in a stepped area.

The solution was three huge and somewhat flat boulders.

I ended up with three wide boulders. The middle one has a huge root underneath on the left side. I went back out rock hunting to find a stone that was this size with a thin left side.

When I begin to dig, I don’t know what I’ll find. Most of the time I can make things work easily. Topsoil. Clay. Roots. I get to play with patterns and imagine several different options. But sometimes there’s a whopper root just waiting beneath the surface. And then there’s nothing to be done but cooperate.

I’m resisting the urge here to write a clever garden metaphor for life. It would go something like this:

Gardener digs a hole, as Human explores self within.

Gardener encounters an immovable obstacle, as Human remembers pain of trauma and loss.

Gardener examines obstacle, studies form, and evaluates options, as Human unpacks injury and works to bring healing where it was previously absent.

Gardener works in spite of and along with obstacle to accomplish desired result, as Human works in spite of and along with pain to move toward redemption.

Something like that.

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Stones and rocks and boulders

I lost count of how many loads of rocks I gathered today. 

For some reason I was drawn to really large stones. This was particularly surprising considering that I was lifting them by myself. 

I started the day calling them rocks. 

By the end of the day they were all boulders. 

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1bjMd-l3dsnjtrRgjX9r4UCNomDRuMBRQ
The community around Cedar Cross is called Rocky Ford. This is why.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1cbZ9Ws0BaiFU2CLTTz3_8Wxaw35FqFC-
Load number who knows.
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These are the small- and medium-sized ones.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1X3p9heH82JykFbMwtNUjbbbDHBdXihWe
Reba says that’s enough rocks for one day.
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Rocks make a great gift


Margaret appeared uphill calling “Rocks for sale!”

“I’m buying” was my response.

Turns out she wasn’t selling rocks. She found lots of good ones as she was hunting just one for her garden. So she brought some for me.

She had trucked all the way to the northwest corner where she said there are completely untapped piles of rocks. I made a note to scout that spot next.

Here are some notes from the SG Sketchbook:

I moved four loads of topsoil from the meditation space to the new center bed, shoveled by hand. …. IDEA: Get a pull wagon! For rocking. With real tires.

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1j-qtUaCV8PBt7_EAwvREFtMVTTr9nL8C
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Filling voids

I’m on my own today.

Maggie moved out of her room at WCU last week with Austin’s help. Today Mae moves out at UNCA. She’s allowed to bring one other person to assist her, and she has a three-hour window to pack up and move out. When she came home for spring break, she didn’t know that she would not be going back, per COVID19.

So, Reba and I headed up to work with the garden. John visited early in the day and commented on the frequency of my days in the garden lately.

“I’ve got a lot of time on my hands,” I replied. It’s a Thursday.

My wholesale business is “on hold” indefinitely. The venues to which I sell are all closed, deemed not essential. Suddenly I’m without income, and I’m left with questions about whether my work is “essential.” I always thought it was, believing that art elevates the soul, and that jewelry is an intimate art form in that it’s wearable and wrought with meaning for the wearer. Are those truths still true?

I’m ready for more stone work. But I decide to spend some time weeding in other areas to broaden my scope. I need time to think things through, when it comes to rocks, that is.

I have learned to think of the rock and the earth as concave and convex mirrors. And I’ve learned that soft red clay, which I often reach when I dig deep enough, is the perfect under layer for a stone that’s going to be walked on. I started out with slim stones, much wider than they are deep from the flat side. Turns out a stone with a flat side and a little more depth is much more ideal, more stable.

Digging deeper is causing some issues, bringing up stuff that I hadn’t planned to deal with. (Ha! Isn’t that how it goes. Should I start a list of garden metaphors for the contemplative life?) I have surplus red clay, and I have no idea what to do with it.

Until… I’m weeding on the east side when I notice a little tucked down area behind the main planting bed, just to the left of the arbor. I’m intrigued.

It would be an ideal place for meditation. There’s already what seems like a foot stone and a break in the stone wall. So, I set more stones to build a small retaining wall on the back side of the planting bed. And I kept weeding. Stoning. Weeding. And so on. And so forth.

The soil in the meditation space is rich. It’s on the downward slope from the entire garden, which years ago was graded and built up with fresh topsoil, and seeded as a lawn. There’s not much lawn left per se, but that topsoil is still there, much of it washed downhill from the main courtyard.

So, I’m thinking the thing to do is to 1) remove the topsoil from the meditation space and move it to the forthcoming center bed around the sculpture, 2) use the excess clay from the walkway to build up (level, with slight grade for drainage) the meditation space with a small retaining wall on the downside with the new fence line, and a stoned surface. That’s the order of operations as I understand it for now.

That, plus the plan to keep showing up to see what this garden has to teach me.

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Stone hunting – my new favorite sport

Jimmy went with me to explore the stone piles along the road, and we found a mesmerizing, mossy pile right by the big magnolia tree. Several of them, in fact.

We chose several large rocks, being sure not to too greatly diminish the appeal of the mesmerizing long pile. Back at the Sunny Garden, I tried to place them being mindful of placing the mossy side facing north when I could.

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1EfAwVxCL40CYZCZI0CcWGSxMG6Dse4_p

I am finding a new purpose in this work for me. Or maybe I’m just beginning to gain an awareness of why I was so curious about this forgone garden.

This morning we shared morning prayers in The Lodge instead of WoodSong so we could maintain “social distancing” per COVID19.

It was my turn to lead. We read the parable of the prodigal son (Luke 14:11-32), and then the introduction to Mirabai Starr’s chapter called “CoCreating” in Wild Mercy.

Order cancellations keep coming. 

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Studio Monday Change of Scope

I have enjoyed my new weekly rhythm since the winter markets.

After their annual retreat, John and Margaret asked about sharing morning prayers with us (Jimmy and me). We readily accepted, wanting more opportunities for community and for time at Cedar Cross. I moved one of my extra benches into the studio and planned to begin each week with CX Studio Monday. And, CX Mondays would begin with morning prayers. 

I also have a Sunny Garden sketchbook, and I’ll share those entries here from time to time. Here’s today’s:

It’s my “studio Monday” — I should be at my bench, but I’m fascinated with the stone pathway I’ve begun. That’s all I want to do. 

Orders are being cancelled. But I still have some. 

I continue with the work I began a few days earlier. Somehow I never, well,  not much, get time at the bench. I did cut a few slices of tubing.

It’s becoming apparent that the Sunny Garden is a gift for me. It’s a project that I can’t finish in a day, and, unlike a piece of jewelry, it is literally alive. It will continue to change and develop with the seasons and the passage of time.

At this point we are just getting to know each other. I have no idea what is planted where, and as things are sprouting I am continually curious to see what emerges.

John mentioned a while back that he always thought the courtyard needed a focal point – something in the center of the circle. Today I found one.

I used a wagon wheel hoop that was leaning against the studio building and some of the heaviest, chunkiest rocks in the stash to build a sculpture in the center. I was really just playing, but I do think there’s potential. 

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=13tv7V7_GCLBaq5oKQwg68Lpfwgy1HyPA