"We do not always see that we should be moving about our days and lives and places with awe and reverence and wonder, with the same soft steps with which we enter the room of a sleeping child or the mysterious silence of a cathedral. There is no ground that is not holy ground. All of the places of our lives are sanctuaries; some of them just happen to have steeples."
–Robert Benson, from Between the Dreaming and the Coming True
[Photo: taken of an apple tree heavy with fruit, last weekend at Sweetland Orchard]