I had a few questions on my mind for a while. What is a sacred place? What makes it sacred? This can only be answered by the individual. What I find sacred another may not.
I thought about not writing about home as sacred because not everyone has the sanctity of a home. There have been times in my own life, as a child and as an adult, when my world was turned upside down and home didn’t feel like home.
I have been grateful to always have a home. I think this is why I decided to write about the sacredness of my home.
This is the place I can come home and be me. Here is what I mean. My life is like a plethora of social media memes, but I can walk in the door at any time of day and shed off the outside world, and put on my comfy pajamas. I can dance like no one is watching because I know no one is. I can sing off key and out of tune and not care.
The best part of home is, I can open up not only my home, but also myself to family and friends. I can share a meal, stories, laughs, and love. To open up my home to someone is to open up a part of me I don’t often show to just anyone.
I often refer to the place I grew up as home, because I know no matter what I go through I can always go back there. I know I will feel safe and at ease with myself there. I know I can share stories, laughter, and the love with family. I think I have created the same in my home away from home with the family I have found in Arizona.
My heart is full with the two homes I hold sacred.
The image at the top shows Ohkay Owingeh, New Mexico.
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