Nigel Lott tends to thresholds listening to the silent stories, that wish to be told. His journey roots this sanctuary in devotion, presence, and the poetry of what cannot be named. Raised by earth and sorrow, shaped by grief and witnessing, Nigel offers himself as a companion to those walking through life’s sacred mysteries—beginnings, endings and the in-between.

This sanctuary exists for the in-between places: the quiet moments after loss, the deep breaths before change, the longing that stirs before words form.

It is a space for the tired heart, the awakening soul, the one who yearns to belong. It is for the mystic in exile, the caregiver with an aching back, the artist who weeps without knowing why. What lives here is not doctrine, but devotion. Not performance, but presence. Through writings, meditations, spoken blessings, and ancient practices of the heart, we return—again and again—to what the noise of the world cannot touch. Love.

This sanctuary is a weaving of tenderness and truth, silence and story, devotion and dust. It offers no promises but this: you are not alone. You were never alone. You belong—not in spite of your wounds, but because of them. May this place meet you gently, and remind you of what you’ve always known.

The same love that pulses through the stars pulses through each of us. Every thought, every breath, every act of tenderness or neglect contributes to the great balance of light and dark in our world. We are threads in a living tapestry — what we embody, we transmit.

Our path is not to escape this world, but to meet it — fully, honestly, and with a heart softened by grace. We believe the work begins within: in silence, in surrender, in the intimate turning toward the truth of one’s own being We honor the responsibility of light, to tend it. To live it. To offer the fruits of our inner work to others — not to teach, but to remember together.

This is a sanctuary for that remembering. Here, we gather not around belief, but around the longing that unites all hearts. To heal. To belong. To return to the One Love that has never left us. Nigel Lott

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