when the spirit of place is destroyed can my spirit find sanctuary? can i be?
i can't articulate the feelings, but they are to do with sadness, and anger, and the continued attack on sanctuary. 
 

 we have surveillance where sanctuary would be.

a good dog can be a beautiful moving sanctuary, but we can't live in it.
 

when the whole earth is threatened what does sanctuary mean?

so right now we are in a big struggle, a struggle of life for life, for the spirit of life and for the existence of life. and trying to communicate and love. but we have to, we have to work it out. we are caught in it. we have to work it out. i was actively making sanctuary, with my dog and my love, and my bird friends making sanctuary in a devastated landscape, when that slick fuck of the system attacked me, attacked my nature, my spirit and my feeling sanctuary., while he was literally destroying the remnant sanctuary we were passing through, the plants, the animals, the spirit of the place, with a full crew, and the full weight and force of the system behind him.
we have to mourn the loss. then we have to make it work. somehow i have to figure out how
to work with the sadness and anger of living in a world with no respect and no sanctuary, a death culture. how to live in a death culture. that's how it seems to me. and i know, i know, i'm crazy.