Reverend Gin Bishop

Maybe holy ground isn’t where the bush burns. Maybe it’s wherever you finally stop long enough to feel the dirt. Bare. Unfiltered. Present. And maybe the next time something small disrupts your pace —a missed call, a canceled plan, a shoe slipping off — instead of cursing it… you smile a little and think: Oh. I might be standing on something sacred.

The Blue Jays stepped back because you crossed the threshold. Because your feet know the path. Because your body remembers. Because you’re not the student anymore. You’re the one others will someday follow without realizing why.

There are things the nervous system cannot afford to see until it is safe enough to see them. There are truths that would have overwhelmed us had they arrived before we had the ground to stand on. There are insights that only become bearable after life has quietly built the strength to carry them.