My Sacred Place
Almost everybody has a sacred place. It can be a corner of the house, where candles are lit and prayers are chanted when the mind is in solemn silence. Or it can be the special state of mind when the rest of the world is suspended between the here and there, to celebrate life as the gift the Goddess gently gave us. Or it can be something else, varying from person to person on a fair diversity amid the billion people living in this planet.
I have a physical sacred place. It’s the Imperial Museum Garden downtown. It’s an old friend for a very long time, since my early teenage years. I have always been there when I need to feel physically connected to the Gods. There are dozens of ancient trees. Huge, gorgeous trees that invite everyone to feel, to rest leaning our backs against their trunks, and breathing the pure, special air that seems to only exist into that garden. I can’t remember how many times I went to there to restore my energies, to recharge my soul when times were hard to live. How many times I sit there on my favorite stone bench to read a book, forgotten about the world around me. Many people pass by the long, narrow paths along the garden, but only a few really enjoy it. Of course there is the Museum waiting to be visited, but it always amazed me that these people prefer to walk in a hurry taking careless photos without really seeing the beauty of the place. How not to notice the beautiful flora variety and peaceful surroundings? Beats me.
Many times I said a silent prayer asking to guidance while walking among those trees, and many times I thanked the Goddess for the simple fact of being alive.
The best part about it all? Now I have my own little witch, my 7 years old son, who learned to love and enjoy as deeply as I do, to walk, relax and have fun when visiting my sacred place – which became his as well.
Almost everybody has a sacred place. It can be a corner of the house, where candles are lit and prayers are chanted when the mind is in solemn silence. Or it can be the special state of mind when the rest of the world is suspended between the here and there, to celebrate life as the gift the Goddess gently gave us. Or it can be something else, varying from person to person on a fair diversity amid the billion people living in this planet.
I have a physical sacred place. It’s the Imperial Museum Garden downtown. It’s an old friend for a very long time, since my early teenage years. I have always been there when I need to feel physically connected to the Gods. There are dozens of ancient trees. Huge, gorgeous trees that invite everyone to feel, to rest leaning our backs against their trunks, and breathing the pure, special air that seems to only exist into that garden. I can’t remember how many times I went to there to restore my energies, to recharge my soul when times were hard to live. How many times I sit there on my favorite stone bench to read a book, forgotten about the world around me. Many people pass by the long, narrow paths along the garden, but only a few really enjoy it. Of course there is the Museum waiting to be visited, but it always amazed me that these people prefer to walk in a hurry taking careless photos without really seeing the beauty of the place. How not to notice the beautiful flora variety and peaceful surroundings? Beats me.
Many times I said a silent prayer asking to guidance while walking among those trees, and many times I thanked the Goddess for the simple fact of being alive.
The best part about it all? Now I have my own little witch, my 7 years old son, who learned to love and enjoy as deeply as I do, to walk, relax and have fun when visiting my sacred place – which became his as well.
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