At Morning Prayer was kissed by the irrestible force of her power, felt the wholeness of worshiping the Presence. The Mother of All came to join the Father of All. I was touching all before me who worshiped in this tradition. I was aware of playing with holy things. The line between playing with holy things and toying with, between dancing with and dancing for oneself is not so thin. To engage in holy dance and holy fire is to, even briefly, experience fear and awe in the Presence which makes all other things as nothing.