In the rush of modern life, we often fail to observe the landscape. Yet it is landscape which connects us most powerfully to our ancestors. And it is in that landscape that they have left clues to the greater truths which guided their lives, and which, whether we acknowledge it or not, affects us in a deeply profound manner. Take time, some time, stop and look… no, REALLY look, at the landscape in which life has deposited you. Consider how it differs from that into which you were born, how it is the same, and how little our daily concerns really are on the long journey home.
All my life I have visited sacred sites when I could, and I have been lucky enough to visit many. Whether ancient church, temple, stone circle or legendary landscape, there is something about these sites that touches a place deep within. Perhaps it is a sense of kinship with those who built them, perhaps a sense of shared reverence for that greater Something touched unseen beyond the veil.
It has never mattered to me how that divinity was approached or what form it took, only that it was perceived, recognised by the heart and present in the lives of the builders. They, and I, share perhaps, a common sentiment, expressed in my favourite Hindu prayer, “Thou art without form, but I worship thee in these forms”. In these often strange, yet somehow familiar, edifices and landscapes we can glimpse the very real place that divinity took in the lives of…
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