Let me step aside from my own journey in search of spirit and turn to a woman in her nineties who spoke to a gathering this evening about sacred places. We need to find a spot in our surroundings where we can be alone within our thoughts; even if we are not always by ourselves, it is a place we feel comfortable.
It could be by a window where the sun filters in across our chair and flowers, or by a stream where branches bend low to meet the water. She was unashamed to talk of things holy, to tell how God’s spirit waits for her to join him in those places, and sits with her , and journeys with her, and holds her up in moments when life is not kind.
As our speaker’s words drew images and recreated for us the sacred spaces she claimed as a child, a young adult, an elder, I am reminded of my own days under the blossoming apple trees, upon the branches of a willow, the sleeping sofa, the rock by the cool stream waters.
