The totem pole, the Bodhi tree, the hearth. We are at home on this planet when we feel the sacred places rising up through our feet, when we embrace the mountains and desert arroyos as holy. The Ancient Ones walk beside us, and all we must do is keep our fingers on the pulse of music. If we listen, we can hear it rising up from the planet: the sound of the spirit that was, is, and always will be.
