Come to the timber with me. Feel the peace and sacred quiet on this snowy winter day. The peace of growing things at rest.

Cottonwoods at dusk

This feels familiar for beneath the surface, beneath all the chatter and worry of the brain, beneath all the attention grabbing anxieties, you too know the peace and sacred silence at your center. It is a gift that all living beings are given.

Come to the timber and reconnect to the divine within you. You do not need stained glass, you do not need incense, you do not need a liturgy, you do not need words read out by another to connect deeply and know your oneness with all that is.

You may love your religious forms and rituals, but you do not require them to connect to the living spirit, the great oneness at the heart of all things.

Visit our forest cathedral, open to the endless sky, with its foundation of our intertwined roots, supporting columns of our straight and true tree trunks, arches of our branches, soaring overhead.

Here you may find sacred space and divine peace.