Rhonda is an amazing woman who I just adore and she has written a blog post about her sacred place. Thanks so much Rhonda.
A sacred place. I believe everyone has one. A quiet moment in your busy office, the back porch on a beautiful day, a place of worship, or even just a specific room in your home you enjoy time in. Everyone's place is different, some even have more than one depending what is happening in their lives. For myself, I've had a few select spots over the years but one always speaks home to me.
Growing up in the country had it's good and bad positions. There were still nosy neighbours from time to time and since we lived on an old highway, too many people still drove it as such. 23 years of living with what felt like an endless expanse of wooded area behind my house fully made up for it though. I could wander out into the trees (occasionally being sure I wore bright colors as some of those neighbours thought it was open game during hunting seasons...) and feel at home, like I had never left my front step. The trees whispered to me, the ground smelled of it's earthy intentions, and I was easily at peace. This was one of the ways I first felt my pull towards Wicca and began serious study of it as I grew older.
There are so many memories locked away in those woods as well. My best friend lived barely 20 minutes down the road and had the same attitude towards the forest as I did, so we traveled it often and probably made fools of ourselves too many times to count. I miss that carefree way of life. Having nothing better to do than to take a walk into the woods, knowing I'd never get lost. I look outside my window today at the slat fencing and pavement and feel lost. I feel the connection to Mother Earth, Gaia, growing weak. Luckily for me, my parent's still live there so I can visit my beautiful forest and my fiance wants to live in the country just as much as I do. I only hope that one day my children will also have such a place to call home.
Growing up in the country had it's good and bad positions. There were still nosy neighbours from time to time and since we lived on an old highway, too many people still drove it as such. 23 years of living with what felt like an endless expanse of wooded area behind my house fully made up for it though. I could wander out into the trees (occasionally being sure I wore bright colors as some of those neighbours thought it was open game during hunting seasons...) and feel at home, like I had never left my front step. The trees whispered to me, the ground smelled of it's earthy intentions, and I was easily at peace. This was one of the ways I first felt my pull towards Wicca and began serious study of it as I grew older.
There are so many memories locked away in those woods as well. My best friend lived barely 20 minutes down the road and had the same attitude towards the forest as I did, so we traveled it often and probably made fools of ourselves too many times to count. I miss that carefree way of life. Having nothing better to do than to take a walk into the woods, knowing I'd never get lost. I look outside my window today at the slat fencing and pavement and feel lost. I feel the connection to Mother Earth, Gaia, growing weak. Luckily for me, my parent's still live there so I can visit my beautiful forest and my fiance wants to live in the country just as much as I do. I only hope that one day my children will also have such a place to call home.
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