When one finally arrives at the point where schedules are forgotten, and becomes immersed in ancient rhythms, one begins to live.
~ Sigurd F. Olson, thanks to Heron Dance
The worship of the Great Mystery was silent, solitary, free from all self-seeking. It was silent because all speech is of necessity feeble and imperfect ... it was solitary, because the people believed that the Great Spirit is nearer to us in solitude, and that no one was authorized to come between an individual and the Creator. Among us, all were conscious of their divinity.