Untitled

So much has happened since my last post. I don't know that I can write it all. And I don't know that I can give it a title. Speaking of Untitled, where is D'Angelo?

I went for a walk in my park yesterday. Magic happened again. It's such a special place. I realized some very important things. Sacred things. In writing this, I'm realizing there is a difference between special and sacred. I didn't realize anything special really but the sacredness of it is profound. If it were something special, I'd suspect I would have no problem sharing it with you. But sharing sacredness not only is something I don't want to do, it is an impossibility. Sacredness can't be spoken. It's beyond time and therefore beyond mind and therefore beyond language. I remember reading an interview with a Native American elder. He was asked about the selling of Native American sacred objects for money. He said if they were sold, then they were never sacred. I think he's right.

Have you had a glimpse of the sacred? Not the sacred according to me, or anyone else. But the sacred that only you can know for yourself.