Ford Madox Brown, 1855. (Public Domain)
Sacredness to me is a space of intense sincerity, where joy and despair coexist.
It can be sensed in the wilderness, evoked by art, and felt in surrender.
Words fail. They are meager in their loftiness—the divine, the numinous—but we need them all the same to say “Look! It is real and you, even you, especially you, are invited.”
“A wave forming, right before it crashes. (At Acapulco)” Arturo Mann (CC A-S A 3.0)
I am in my element
After a life
I am overboard
It is not what I imagined
It is real
Old wounds sting
and I must learn to move
Landscapes, structures blur in the distance
The false falls away
Loosening anchors, you tell me to float
We are seaborne