They are as close as breath and as near as an embrace. They are not in Heaven or across the great Oceans. There are here, besides you, around you, in you. There, in the corner partially obscured is a tower of blue chairs. There is what you have been looking for…searching. There in a stacked pile of wooden forms is a human hand, mind and imagination…creating something out of this world. No, not in a literal sense, not on Mars or Venus…here in front of you. In a pile of chairs. Here it is – all that is essential, eternal and sacred!
Yes, Spirit is everywhere, in the sacred, the profane, the mundane, the breathtaking. It is everywhere, in, as and through everything.