Temenos is a space that one holds sacred. It is either within or without. Going within this precinct grounds us. The vibrancy of certain colors uplifts us and others draw us down to the depths of our subconscious.
In India we visited the ancient Buddhists caves of Ajanta and Ellora. The earliest caves housed simple abstract geometric sculptures. By the time we reached the last cave the sculptures had become a fantasia of intricate carving.
As we were going between the two sites it was suggested that we visit Mother India. We climbed up a craggy ravine and came upon the mouth of a cave. The entry was so narrow that we had to crawl on our stomachs to enter. After about fifteen feet we were able to look up and sitting in a niche in the wall was a very large woman, wearing a sparkling white sari, surrounded by burning candles and bouquets of flowers. We crawled towards her and when we reached her she placed her hands on our heads and rubbed a sweet smelling oil onto our forehead. She chanted while we crawled backwards towards the entrance of the cave.