In January, realizing getting a yurt wasn't going to happen for quite awhile,  Dave gave me a big hug and said, "you need your own space in your own house to do the stuff you love now not later"  and then he proceeded to move his office and the entertainment center into the front room leaving me with the den.  

Over the next month I cleaned the carpet and moved my writing and art into this beautifully large area. 

Now I can spread out and make messes not share the space with the refrigerator or washing machine, or worry about having an ongoing project out and in the way of family and friends. I have the ability to shut the french doors turn on my music and have sanctuary.  

And then I did this....

Inspired by these...

Rico, CO

Rico, CO

... taken during our trip while visiting family and friends in Colorado.

Grand Mesa, CO letterboxing

And after I painted the trees the space seemed more enchanting and it brought to mind one of my favorite stories.

"That very night in Max's room a forest grew-

and grew-

and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around..."

Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak