On my to-do-list today,
I write
“Be open to the universe.”
I am photographing my old mentor in a garden,
and she exclaims:
LOOK! The sun is shining in the shape of a cross!
And so it is.
Later, I find myself in the oldest church here.
I whisper into the soothing darkness
and hold my breath under the light of the coloured windows.
The cross is there, at the front.
North, East, South, West.
The four directions.
Fire, Water, Earth, Wind.
The medicine wheel.
A sacred sign.
I’m on the right track.
I believe in divinity, and I believe in me.
