Burgos

 Sitting alone in the cathedral in Burgos, Spain while the organist practiced.

That was a sacred space.
Staring at Giotto’s angels.
That was a sacred space.
Standing with gargoyles at the top of Chartres Cathedral.
That was a sacred space.
Standing in front of the Van Eyck altarpiece in Bruges.
That was a sacred space.
Swimming naked in a cold, clear river.
That was a sacred space.
Dona Rosa and her two weeping daughters handing us our new baby in Guatemala.
That was a sacred space.
A bipolar vision of oneness.
That was a sacred space.
We find ourselves in all kinds of sacred spaces, and it’s our own heightened awareness that makes them sacred.