Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Avalon books brought me to world of pagan appreciation for the beauty and power of nature. Churches with walls and roofs are an aberration, for the beauty of god is not inside a man-made structure, but outside with the earth and the sky.
In Lady of Avalon
, priestess initiation happens on an ocean cliff described as one of the sacred places where earth meets sea meets sky. I visited San Francisco shortly after reading this novel, and I realized that the northern California coastline is also one of those sacred places.
As I sat along the shore and watched the waves crash into the craggy rocks, I couldn’t help but gasp in ecstasy. The rocks are hard, but the water is persistent, patiently molding the earth, crash after crash.
Divine.
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