Sacred. It’s a mighty big word.
Once upon a time, the term was reserved primarily for religious settings.
The dictionary deﬁnes sacred as “highly valued” or “entitled to reverence or respect.” Less secular in these modern times, the adjective’s meaning is ever evolving, bearing a host of deeply personal renderings.
Its endless interpretations have long fascinated me…like the poet Mary Oliver, we all have our signature Five a.m. in the Pinewoods places—those interior and exterior spaces which invoke peace, receptivity and wonder.
For me, personally, when I think of hallowed ground, the vision of my 2X6 foot mat immediately surfaces. There, in my yoga practice, I feel at ease, untouchable and filled with a very natural sense of grace.
Venturing out of doors into the rain, the snow or the sunlight I experience a very similar vitality—the surf, the trees, the fresh air…the sweetest of elixirs—the parallels between the two environments are remarkable.
But, mostly it’s just that sense of being held that I ﬁnd familiar to both settings. The weariness fades. A deep ability to listen surfaces. The soul is fed. Once again, I meet my luminosity.
As a photographer, I am continuously challenged and inspired by those opportunities to use my eyes to tell life’s authentic stories. And so, a natural calling came beckoning me to somehow employ my camera to visually document the undeniable intersections of these two spaces I identify as sacred.
From the Paciﬁc Coast to the Berkshires, this pursuit found me capturing rich natural landscapes and textures, while simultaneously recording those brilliant moments savored deep within our beloved eight limbed tradition.
Through a creative process of then blending these images the parallels were brought to prominence.
And, in this collection, entitled sacred space, my inquiry quietly lead me back to what I sensed from the start. Something was remembered; my beloved eight limbed practice and the great outdoors—both settings bring me back home.
For me, that’s the essence of sacred.
I welcome and need the reminder that they are always available.
As with all of the images I create, the true honor comes in the chance to prompt an inquiry in others.
I am humbled by the possibility that these photographic meditations might spark individual explorations into these grounds where we each meet our luminosity…and the expression is within each of us.
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