He God can take your hand and prayed with me, then sometimes in an instant, a crowded train or your car becomes sacred space.
The seafront walk, stroll in the woods. Moment chatting with friend who shares this faith.
It is really a unigue thing that is for everyone.
The wrestling part of the journey, hands clenched in Anger, quiet deep reflections.
Listening ...watching nature.
Not knowing...waiting.
The notion that any place we occupy can become a sacred space feels rebellious.
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