This is my holy place

it’s a vortex — otherworldly, alive, breathing—
my ancestral land, the land that grew me into a powerful listener, into a conduit of divine connection.

I am blessed to be in these spaces still,
the same places I played as a child,
where I first touched the unseen,
where I took part in sacred encounters before I even had language for them.

to walk on the bones of my ancestors—
it was, and still is, such a gift.
such a privilege.
such a remembering.

on Sun day, on my walk, the land reaches out and whispers,
wait… stay here with me a moment longer…
so that I can connect deeper with you.

and because I listened—because I stayed—
the love began pouring into me.

as I stood there, I felt so much love
it brought tears… tears of gratitude, of belonging, of being seen, of being deeply, wholly cared for.

in that moment, a beautiful little thrush came and sang me a song…
god’s voice, the heavenly singer kissing my soul open.

as I looked to the east,
the arms of my ancestors wrapped around me,
the mycelium network beneath my feet awakened,
the grasses and tree communities greeting me…
recognizing me.

ohhhh the heavenly embrace that reminds me of my divinity.

the sun beamed its light into my body,
illuminating, anointing, and in that communion… everything not of this glory was gently released.

the land here holds a devotion to me,
a sacred commitment
to meet me,
to love me,
to remember me back into myself.

it is a weaving of past and present that holds me so deeply, so completely.

here…
I am able to receive and I am fully received.

this is the most divine reciprocity…
to be fully accepted, fully held, fully known.

in this wholeness. in this love.
in this LOVE.

Knowing that you love the earth changes you, activates you to defend and protect and celebrate. But when you feel that the earth loves you in return, that feeling transforms the relationship form a one-way street into a sacred bond. — Robin Wall Kimmerer “ Braiding Sweetgrass”