The great secret, the one hidden in plain sight, is that the sacred is always there, waiting. Not in some distant place or inaccessible realm, but right here, in the sweat and pulse and heat of human life.
It’s in the look that lingers just a second too long, in the hand that brushes skin, in the inhale and exhale of breath mingling in the space between lips.
It’s in the unguarded laughter that bursts forth unexpectedly, or in the tears that flow when you feel, finally, truly, seen.