I am drawn to sacred spaces, especially if they are authentically in use. While I know little about Shinto, I can relate to the seeking and penitent hearts.
I had no idea where we were going when we arrived and was somewhat unexcited. After a few hours with the resident western movie historian, I didn’t want to leave.
It was supposed to be a road trip to visit lesser known national parks. But a government shut down causes to think even more outside the box. Local color saves the day.
But the song is as old as time. It is the language of life long love, a familiar duet performed among the red rocks. If you have been married for decades, you likely know the lyrics. Feel free to sing along.
Prisoner of Hopes 