Pilgrimage To the Sacred.

yesterday i went to the Hermitage Library to return items and before leaving walked into the
The Hermitage Exhibit. Inside was the Exhibit on the Hermitage Slaves . As I walked past them I had encountered 3 Large almost Life Sized Re-prints Slave Portraits and felt an energy. Is is possible that photos had captured something of a life force, whirling particles unseen- reaching out to its viewer or maybe a shadow of a time and otherly place memories . A Pocket, a spiraling Vortex, Was it Possible to be caught up inside it? I went up to one and touched her foreheadand then moved it across her brow. It had lines , firmly planted knarled dark roots on a sweaty moist earthen face & I touched this face - I wiped sweat off her brow. The other woman , Betsy was holding the hand of a small child. My eyes rested on her old face, a caress to her spirit and then moved to the two hands , joined mine in a a firm grip. I touched those hands, I join their link. I feel her warm breath as she whispers into my h. ear. t