the temple is like a bowl, a relief, a womb. here pilgrims come again to be held. to cry. to dance. to sing & offer. this is the temple where the original humans who crawled from lake titicaca come to make fires and burn~ burn in their humanness & in prayers to their Mother, the giver of all life. this is where humans who deeply believe their prayers to their Mother are heard & answered. this is the temple of our deep ancestors who crawled from the lake who crawl back into the womb to this day. as i imagined the sturdy folk of peru worshipping in this temple, my own prayers to pachamama poured forth. i gave thanks with such a full heart for the animating force who is also my Mother, my Great Mother, in all of her provision for me and my human family.