"Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again."
— Joseph Campbell
“The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.”—Raymond Carver
Having grown up in a place without water, I do find it both holy and revelatory. The idea of sacred springs, the Waters of Lethe, baptismal fonts, the Acequia in Santa Fe that is cleaned by townspeople in a ritual each year (as is the creek at Tassajara), the translucent bay at the Place of Refuge where I’ll take my mother’s ashes in the spring, the tides that cut off Lindisfarne, rainwater pooled in a stone basin, the snowmelt in little Bean Creek that runs underneath the Anasazi caves, the floor of water in this medieval Venetian church.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Venice Crypt