On Sunday mornings some dear friends would go dancing in San Francisco. They referred to it as church. Their church. This struck me as a beautiful and radical reframing of what such places can be. I would go on to identify other earlier zones from childhood–primarily the forests of the Adirondack Mountains and then the mighty Lake Ontario–as places just as likely for transcendence as an uncomfortable pew. I’m thankful to for all my creative work spaces. And to all the teachers. This is the place I am happiest, and that is why I do it.