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A follow up to my previous reflection: as a Native woman, the concept of sacred spaces is foundation to the way I live. Not sure of the 'rules' of sharing other writer's works, but this describes the relationship so eloquently:

Perhaps there are events and things that work as a doorway into the mythical world, the world of first people, all the way back to the creation of the universe and the small quickenings of earth, the first stirrings of human beings at the beginning of time.
Our elders believe this to be so, that it is possible to wind a way backward to the start of things, and in doing so find a form of sacred reason, different from ordinary reason, that is linked to the forces of nature. In this kind of mind, like in the feather, is the power of sky and thunder and sun, and many have had alliances and partnerships with it, a way of thought older than measured time, less primitive than the rational present.
Others have tried for centuries to understand the world by science and intellect but have not yet done so, not yet understood animals, finite earth, or even their own minds and behavior. The more they seek to learn the world, the closer they come to the spiritual, the magical origins of creation.
There is still a place, a gap between worlds, spoken by the tribal knowings of thousands of years. In it are silent truths that stand aside from human struggles and the designs of our own makings.
At times, when we are silent enough, still enough, we take a step into such mystery, the place of spirit…
from Linda Hogan, Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World