i return to the village well today and am challenged, appropriately so, in this sacred moonspell of september to contemplate what is sacred to me, so sacred that i’d go beyond usual comfort zones and give the fullest measure of my energies… this contemplation is one that plays through me like a broken record and one where i love bringing up the image of both the inner and outer cosmic blue star  as the whirling primordial space, the womb of chaos giving birth dancing stars, big dreams, brave new worlds, that space of breaking free of convention and daring to dream with wild abandon…

so, dear sangha of free and easy wanderers, what is sacred to you, what calls you to break your heart wide open?