Recently I heard from a trusted source that sacred spaces arise on their own, that it is the quality and character of a place that arises into sacred feeling when you are in it. Deep forest, still ponds, the warm look in a loved-one’s eyes in conversation. The fresh unbroken snow-blanket on a winter morning. The sweet flutter of small birds amidst spring-flowering trees. Where a feeling of sacredness arises, there you have touched the universal nature of each of us, the breath and heartbeat of us and a million million other living creatures. The gas-vapor and light of a million million stars like our own sun, of a million million other moons shining reflected light like our own moon. What is your quality of stars, of the moon, of birds, of water-filled ponds? Is it stillness, zest, quiet, or burning enthusiasm? Where are you like each of these things that feel like a sacred space? There it is, a path to lead us on.