Spotted at the southwest corner of Riverside and South Congress in Austin yesterday afternoon.
This couldn’t have come at a more perfect time.
I was walking to Dominican Joe when I saw this written on a telephone pole. I was going to get some work done for 3 hours or so before meeting up with a dear new friend for dinner; a friend who has been going through a major shift after a very difficult series of unexpected events; a friend whose current experience is reminiscent of a major shift that started happening around this time last year in my own life.
And it got me thinking about Texas as a sacred space.
This state I never really thought I’d visit, let alone live in.
Texas? As sacred?
Texas… as sacred…
Well, what is sacred? What does it mean to me?