Sacred Space happens and exists on the boundary. It is discovered somewhere between space and time. It breaks through at the point of contact between two. Two different, but at the point of contact something new and wonderful is born. The ocean is the ocean. The earth is the earth. But when they join something new and wild and beautiful springs into existence. The joining of the earth and sky creates and defines a boundary which calls the heart on to better things. There is a time between time which happens at dusk and right before daylight. There is stillness and a wonder which hints at something profound and good and powerful waiting just outside our awareness. It is hinted at in art and poetry and music. All of these things awaken the deepest longings and hopes of our hearts. We long for the sacred. We long for completion. We sigh for what our heart knows must be true.

Plato spoke of the Real calling us into It. It is as though our experience is in the Shadowlands, on the very edge of what is ultimately true. At times it seems as though we get glimmers and tastes and teases which both thrill and disappoint. I believe in the Real. I believe in an answer to all appetites. There must be an answer, or the motivation for living above beyond the mundane is a cruel cosmic trick.