September 21, 2015
Sacred Place
My
grandparent’s home, located at the foot of the Blue Ridge mountains, has always
been somewhere that I have loved to visit.
It was not until the last few years that I realized just how special
this place was to me.
And although the
home has always been there ever since I was born, to me, the subjects
fulfilling the home make this place sacred to my heart.
In this place the subjects always make me
feel so loved, happy, and filled with pride.
In recent years as I was concluding my high school experiences they took
note in all of my accomplishments and told me that I could strive for what ever
I wished and that I would one day accomplish it.
Although my immediate family at home does the
exact same thing I think what made this place more sacred was being there for
only one or two days a month.
As written
in the book
Landscapes of the Sacred, “Those
places are frequently the most ordinary ones entered anew with awe” (32).
This place which I did visit once or twice a
month has become a sacred place in my eyes, and I have encountered an instance
where sacred place, in fact, is ordinary place.
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