Sacred Spaces

Even the trees shine for the tiny players skating their heart out below. Read More ›

Is this light, this sound, what he will call to mind in new years to come? Is it that we somehow feel the presence of the First Light in these displays that we cheer and revel? Read More ›

The scrape and scramble, the glare of the light and a frigid night sky. On a Canadian ice rink, glimpses into the bigger swell of time, memory, and perhaps a bigger presence. Read More ›

What place could, within its very silence, make room for the act of reading and absorbing the divinity of words? Read More ›

"How blue is the sea, how blue is the sky, how blue and tiny and redeemable everything is, even you, even your eyes, even your imagination.” Read More ›

You will not die of a broken heart, yet the quality of hope has been asphyxiated by this same sturdy edge. A gust of wind and the green shrub sends some of its scent through the open frame. Read More ›

Mist: the natural element most closely related to mystery. What knowingness is obscured in this early light of day? Read More ›

Rows of green on rows of brown leading up into the sky. Read More ›

Red apples wait for harvest. The crunchy sweetness drifting through the air. Read More ›

Dense fog descends over the barren rows. The promise of bringing forth fruit seems distant, unimaginable, and possibly unattainable. Read More ›

Strips of light green, brown, dark green. All fitting together in what seems like an orderly fashion. A patchwork quilt. Read More ›

Frolicking cows free in the meadow. Blue skis with cotton clouds. Read More ›