I am positively gleeful to find this. In the map of my religious landscape, Delta Ponds has been a sacred spot since 2009; it is where I held the first Poseidon of the Ponds, and the space was just . . . well. She sums it up quite well, an example of the profane becoming something sacred. I’m reminded, too, at a time when I really could use the reminder, that the interconnectedness does not go away when it’s too heavy to carry, that greenwashing does not mean it’s okay to put blinders on, and that Poseidon did not lead me to that spot just because there was freshwater to be found there. There are ecological nuances to the history of that spot that need to be held in one’s mind.
Yet, still, the glee at finding this article, and being reminded, on this miserable-feeling day, about wonderful, wonderful things.