“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” —Henry David Thoreau
How do you find the sacred in the literal ground of our being?
One thought on “Under Our Feet”
I don’t think very much about “sacred”; I guess I’m too established with what I think of as reality. Sacred is such a portentous word thsat I like to think of relationships as filled with caring, kindness and helping others when the need arises. Maybe this is what is sacred to me; it’s difficult for me to say.
I don’t think very much about “sacred”; I guess I’m too established with what I think of as reality. Sacred is such a portentous word thsat I like to think of relationships as filled with caring, kindness and helping others when the need arises. Maybe this is what is sacred to me; it’s difficult for me to say.