ABSTRACT
Making my way through woods in a part of the Canadian Shield, a vast billion-year-old igneous rock formation, on a path navigating an island surrounded by shrub swamp and shallow marsh, through a grove of mature hemlocks named “The Cathedral,” I was attentive to a profoundly, mysterious and intimate relationship to something present both within and around me, a luminous familiarity with this place; surrender and embrace. This island grove of beauty and majesty, unmarked on any topographic map, was neither designated nor implied as a special place. Yet surely, here was a landscape connected to the sacred fabric of the universe.
