On the Way to William Penn House for Tuesday Night Yoga Practice

There are thousands of little temples — some hardly more than altars — scattered throughout both the countryside and cities here.  I marvel at the artistry of some and the garishness of others.

I think, on witnessing this effulgence of creativity, of what  helps me remember the everyday sacred.  Mostly, I am inclined to look inward. 

Needing a brightly decorated space that tells a story  is so different from my Quaker upbringing.