Terra Divina is like reading the language of creation through birdsong, waves lapping the shore, whispers of wind through willow trees. My favorite “Place” is what I dubbed the Pine Cathedral. It reminds me of a church without walls. Golden sun seeping through branches is the bell tower calling forest critters to join the celebration. Fallen pine needles serve as pew benches. Tall trees dressed in their greenery are the saints and sages who lead me to the Divine.
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