WIAO; Phase 13: In the Dunes; One

I took a walk in the dunes the other day, where Masconomet breathes still. It’s sacred territory. But then again, what is not? We tend to imbue nature with some form of otherness, some appearance of transcendental beauty, when in fact that self-same beauty rests in our own palm, in our own heart. But nature is a place to cleanse the palette of all those other dreams that fill the landscape with their garish architecture. And help us taste the sacred stream that flows within. So, sacred yes, for what is not so, but more so priestess and a shaman.