There are times when the religion of my childhood and the practice I am now fumbling towards collide. Recently, the quote below showed up in my mind, but with an addendum.
“Do not come any closer,” God said. “Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground.” Exodus 3:5 (NIV)
Something spoke to me. All ground is sacred ground.
We forget this.
I have been places where the stillness of the gods lies heavily upon the land.
I know places where the only response to nature is awe.
There is land where we tread lightly because it speaks so loudly to our senses.
It is easy to own such as sacred.
It is harder to remember that the humblest patch of our earth is holy.
She gave us life, she sustains us, and she will receive our bodies when our lives come to an end. How could she not be holy?
Sometimes I forget. And sometimes, a voice from my past speaks into my present, and unites the two.
Take off your sandals. This is holy ground.