Be still. Remember my name. It is the label that is attached to me. It is the one thread that is sewn through this entire story. Your story or my story – it is only...

so that it pleases you. Make me one with you and also this land. Be with me.

It comes back all at once: a woman on a beach, a tree, a wind that calms, a rain that cleanses, but does not wet.

our spiritual home. Even before we get here there was that feeling.

Above us was a canopy, the stretching arms of cedar and spruce and Douglas fir. We knew to follow in silence, watching our steps, heads bowed. We were in a temple.