I leave in a forest, and a heavily pagan area at that. At night, I can hear their chants as they can hear my own. In the morning, the deer come into the fields in order to give their praise to the goddess and god, while I sound off my prayers to the Holy Virgin.

Our synchronization has lead to a wondrous mixture of chants, sounds, beautiful songs that echo throughout the trees. I am truly blessed to live in such a place.