Four walls, or no walls, your God or no God; it doesn’t matter. The world makes sense here. There are miracles here. There is wonder here. There is peace here; I am at peace here.


Four walls, or no walls, your God or no God; it doesn’t matter. The world makes sense here. There are miracles here. There is wonder here. There is peace here; I am at peace here.



Quarry Rock, North Vancouver BC.

One sunny noon hour this summer, two friends and I were seated at a picnic table in the courtyard of our office building when the sound of classical music filled the air.