On the coast of Marseilles in the Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur region in the South of France, loving arms of refuge, a pietà from the “Passion of the Christ” overlooks the “Wild Blue” Mediterranean waters and the island of the Château d’If from outside the basilica Notre-Dame de la Garde. The basilica is built on an ancient fortress that watched out for and protected that coast, and so in a sense of wonder beneath one’s feet, it is both a place of refuge, protection, a fortress, and a cathedral for what is sacred, untouchable, of the heart. I found myself coming back here in writing with my boy, my Yorkie, Vanilla Custard Pudding, (and from our loss of Moonbeam in 2015 when we took refuge in writing about the white dog on the Sistine walls that ultimately first led us to all of this) in these thirteen years of exile apart from family and friends and this being the place of culmination, full circle, to back home in New Mexico of our most astounding realizations in finding the very true wonder, or “wild blue yonder” coming through, a miracle place of the reckoning of the heart.