Thursday, October 4, 2007

Sanctuary Part 2

"I know that feeling. That feeling that even the dirtiest, meanest task performed in the place you love, the place you belong, is like an embrace. Just to be where you know you are the perfect fit, is a harmony matched only by the most exquisite, exalted music. Anything you touch there is sacred; anything you do, a masterpiece."
So. If my sanctuary is not in the kitchen, where is it?
Outdoors. Pretty much anywhere not constricted by four walls and snuffed by a ceiling, not supplied with mechanical air.
The sun. The breeze. The rain. The moon and stars. Earth. Sand. Water. Snow. Trees in all their seasonal finery.
Flowers, grasses, brambles and bracken. Animals, from the tiniest beetle to the greatest whale.
And my personal altar in that boundless sanctuary—my garden.
The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.


  1. I couldn't agree with you more....


  2. I'm so glad you placed this entry here.  In your AOL J.  ~K

  3. I loose track of time working in the yard more than any other place.  My yard "work" is not really work for me.

  4. That is a beautiful creation. Especially the gold finch.