As we walked in the woods together, I mentioned to my family that we were on the route that took us to "church." While not a literal church, this small spot where three tributaries meet is a sanctuary in which I find regular healing and peace.
My brilliant son replied, "We are not in a church in the woods, we are in the woods in the church." Imagine that. He went up a level completely; we were not in a small, specific, sacred spot within a massive field of otherwise un-sacred woods; we were in a massive field of the sacred, the Gaia-sacred, that happens to contain woods in this part. Because there is not a sacred, specific point within a massive world that is more precious than the rest. It is all equally sacred.
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