I had done everything I knew how to do to draw as near to the heart of God as I could only to find myself out of gas on a lonely road, filled with bitterness and self-pity. To suppose that I had ended up in such a place by the grace of God required a significant leap of faith. If I could open my hands, then all that fell from them might flower on the way down. If I could let myself fall, then I too might land in a fertile place.
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.
Be aware of the sacred site.
It brings us feelings of awe, of presence,
of divinity ...
Feelings that seem to come from the heart
of the universe herself.
Be not, however, beholden to the site...
The sacred is within our hearts.
It is ours whenever and wherever we are.
This is the teaching these sites have
to offer us --
the redemption of our sanctity.
