Doors of The Sacred Valley

I especially enjoy morning walks, and often begin before the sun has come up. My still warm and empty coffee cup rests back inside beside my still warm and empty meditation cushion. As I walk, I cherish the process of renewed light rising and shining onto the Earth. The little roads in the Sacred Valley of Peru are some of my favorite places on Earth to do this, and one of the beautiful treats each day is to see unique doors as the world wakes up. These are often handmade doors of wood and metal that wordlessly speak of those hands that made them, and perhaps the lives of those living behind them. And of course the weather has its part in the dynamics of their changing faces. Some are painted. Some appear ancient, some newer. Some are raw and simple. Each one is planted in an earthen wall made of the same soil we walk upon, and in so many ways, I am not so different from the ground beneath these feet. In Breema, we have a saying, “Soil touching soil,” which points to the experience of no separation, the reality of Unity and interdependence that we can taste firsthand via this Art. I enjoy morning walks because they gently support me to move from my meditation cushion to the threshold of the day with a wish to invite some of the beauty and truth of inner wanderings to pass through the growing day’s door-less doorway and into my life with others in the wider world.