Be aware of the sacred site . . . Sacred sites are sacred because our response to them is sacred. There is a resonance between the sacred within and the sacred without . . .
The sacred is within our hearts . . .
Visit sacred sites, yes. Bathe in the resonance, inspire the divine. But never forget where lies the holiest power of all.
The Beloved listens
as I dovetail words
into walls
and walk in winter landscapes.
None of the alien, snowbanked roads
lead home. Even as I speak,
the shadows shift
across the stones
I have tried
to mortar into place.
The beloved listens
and weaves willow silences
into my words.
The quietness of Love
builds me a better harbor
than words ever could,
a place from which to sail,
a place to remember
on the map I navigate by,
where the heart of the compass rose is home.
