Sacred Spaces

You could miss it if you don't look at exactly the right gap in the trees, from the path. Read More ›

There's time to reflect, as breath grows louder alongside the pitch of the floor. Read More ›

The monotony of repetition. How many times must I ask? Read More ›

The miles of road stretch out before me as far as the eye can see with the thin ribbon of road cutting a tiny way through the golden fields. Read More ›

Is it here that the sacred comes to dwell, in the ribbon, in the confluence? In the water and the leaves, the rushing and the stillness? Read More ›

Can I from this vantage point of “high flight” so too “slip the surly bonds of earth?” Can I also reach, way up and “touch the face of God?” Read More ›

Power and majesty, movement and weightlessness, substance and space. The Sacred within me here in the water even now. Read More ›

The sky doesn't seem as expansive in this moment, but a blanket with its edges tucked smoothly. Read More ›

In, out, just like the breath that fills our bodies. Out, in, the sacred returns again and again to touch that space deep within. Read More ›

The hike was long, and had grown urgent. Would we reach the peak before we lost the sun? Read More ›

And as I hurtle towards the shore I feel Him here with me, His presence among the wind and the waves, that very particular curl of the tide. Read More ›

Anger seems a faraway notion on this calm shore, but perhaps the clouds are gathering. Read More ›