When a sacred space opens amidst the chaos and stress of life it is often unexpected and triggered by something as simple as a deep breath, a fresh scent, or a babies smile.
It has the power to launch a wave of gratitude that moves into our inner city like a liberating force clearing the streets of protestors and imposters.
It declares a temporary cease fire in the bombardment of doing and achieving, and invites us to sit on the park bench of acceptance in the shade of our being.