Being back in my home, in British Columbia, holds many gifts. Perhaps the most treasured is reconnection with reverence.
Looking out at the place where tree-lined mountains meet sky, I am filled.
See, there’s this thing, where I live now and lived before, where I stand before the outside world, look at the skyline, and am filled with a deeper sense of: “You know me.”
That connection with place—with land—is so sacred.
Anyone feeling *known* in such a way?
Where do you find—or remember—reverence?
How does it fill you?