The trees lining the winding roads in their glorious fall colors of brilliants – brilliant orange, brilliant red and brilliant yellow, were our guides as my best friend, Victoria and I drove to sacred ground in Washington county yesterday.
Adding to the sacredness of being in nature the soundtrack from On Golden Pond played in the background in the car lulling us into this connection of our souls that no words can even touch.
At one point of the soundtrack, the crescendo of melody, the trees ablaze in their spectacular color, I knew I was with my soul sister when we were both brought to tears from the glory of this beautiful world the creator made for us to enjoy.
I don’t consider myself particularly drawn to one religion, but I do believe in God. I also appreciate the many different symbols, narratives and sacred histories that work to help explain the meaning of life. I’m open to learning from each of them.
Our destination for our fall excursion is a destination many flock to in our area, and for visitors from far away too – Holy Hill – Basilica of the National Shrine of Mary.
I’ve never believed that one has to go to a church to believe in God or to have a relationship with the Divine.
But I must say that sitting in that Basilica yesterday in silence, with my best friend beside me, and the sky high ceilings, surrounded by exquisite, take-my-breath away stained glass windows, well, it was palpable.
After a few moments we walked quietly in contemplation to enter the prayer chapel with candles lit up and down either side of the outside aisles. Many were sitting in chairs with eyes closed, or gazing straight ahead at Mother Mary and child.
It was again deeply palpable. I wanted to weep, but didn’t. But what I understood was that no matter our religion or beliefs we all want the same thing. To deeply understand we are a part of something bigger, that we matter and that we are loved.
Walking the grounds, taking photos, and being in silence often with my dear friend was truly a meditation. One that made me appreciate even more this life that I have, the world that is before us, and the hope that we can all find peace within our hearts.
I posted photos of our day at Holy Hill in an album on Facebook. Come see.
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