Up, up, up the winding mountain road to enter the gates to sacred space and swallows flitting across the charged azure blue sky. She meditates on a grassy terrace. He does Tai Chi. She does Qigong. He writes of how Spirit brought them together, even years before their wedding, and how Spirit has kept them together and brought them to this amazing panoramic power spot – marking their commitment to each other and to Spirit.
Quietly together they wander through this stepped city of ancient stone, wings flying high over the deep verdant valleys below. Stairs are climbed. Portals are passed through and a grassy place to sit upon is found, out of the flow of the masses that courses through the main paths. A retreat in the midst of Machu Picchu is gladly accepted by her, in her pink, and him, in his gray.
She colors the scene with her pencils and he writes. They reveal their sacred stones that accompany them on this pilgrimage, some to be left as offerings. She brought rose quartz angels. He brought a star rose quartz. Nothing needs to be spoken between hearts that speak without words. She shows him her rose quartz sphere and their stones touch in a moment of communion.
Sacred space is opened and they sit with their mesa stones on high, overlooking a plaza of green, framed by gray rock that has a story to tell. She and he are in “their” spot, a spot that was waiting patiently for them, where their souls and the soul of this place touch, where the work and the travel and the daily tasks of living have fallen away. She and he and their stones and this place are their world.
She rolls the rose quartz sphere far into a crack at the base of the ancient wall they sit next to. He sends his rose quartz in after hers where, together, they will continue the communion of this great life, like the soul mates who left them there.
(Written 22 June 2014 at Machu Picchu, Peru, on the 30th wedding anniversary of Lisa Evonne and James Kenneth Papp. Photo of the happy couple by Eugenio Ferrero, other photos by JP.)