
What is sacred ground? Is it eye-pleasing gently-curving terrain meandering down to secluded springs gushing holy water? (You know what I'm talkin´ about.) Is it a cathedral or a mountain or a temple or a beach? No. Sacred ground, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. (And don't you wish you be holdin´ her?)
May I suggest an alternative pilgrimage over equally-inspiring, more-accessible geography, which Coffeetown Press has made available to the masses for less than twenty bucks. One reader called it "the guy-friendly
Eat, Pray, Love." (Drink, Pray, Spank?)