A place of hermitage
an invitation to silence
My place of hermitage — my home.
A place for work, rest, creation, presence, silence, and stillness.
Of both doing, and undoing.
A place to simply be.
When I listen, I listen from here.
When I write for you, I write from here.
When you meet me, I meet you here.
But my true home is the sanctuary of my heart, the truest hermitage of all, yours too.
This is a place to rest, even in the midst of the wildest storm.
Let us make pilgrimage to this, the placeless place, found at the heart of it all. We will walk together, side by side.
When you become weary, lay down your load, and rest a while, here within.
Words & images by Andō.
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