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 Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 10:47 pm
I rent an art studio which I am giving up because I'm coming to the States to do a road trip for at least 6 months. This week I have been emptying it and thinking about what a sacred space it has been. It's not sacred because I make things in it, it's sacred because it's my space. 100% pure unadulterated midget space, nobody else can come in unless I invite them and the outside world can't touch me when I'm there. Everything in it is an uncompromising extension of me. I am very sorry to lose this sanctuary.
Do you have a sacred space?
Do you have a favourite place to go to and just be?
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 2:51 pm
Not a place in the literal sense of the word, no. It's always been very difficult for me to have my own space. Even with having a room of my own, it's tainted due to not having a door and how my family is.
However, I find peace when I'm drawing or listening to music. It's as if the outside world no longer exists to me. I suppose my mind is my sanctuary.
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:02 pm
I guess you could say that the city of Pittsburgh is my sacred place... Not that I only have good memories of this place. I will always remember what it was like to leave and the period of my life that ensued. I could never forget how bad that was.
Just looking up, seeing the skyline, knowing that I can see that beautiful Cathedral of Learning from almost anywhere in the city... It makes me happy.
In a very real sense, this city is where I grew up (or did a great deal of it), where I did much of the becoming who I was going to be, and where I made my happiest memories.
A lot of things really aren't going my way, right now, but this is where I remember being happy and where I hope, one day, to be happy again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:24 pm
I don't know if I quite consider it "sacred", but there was this place just outside of my home town that I liked to go to be alone. It was originally the site of an English fort, but there's next to nothing left anymore, just parts of foundation and some initials carved into some rocks. The woods extend out onto this cliff overlooking the ocean, and nobody lives nearby.
Growing up, I didn't have much of my own space at home, so getting away helped me feel more sane. sweatdrop A few other people knew about the spot, but nobody else seemed to think it was worth it to visit.
I don't have anything like that in this city, or really any of the other places I've lived in since I left home. Instead, I get my "space" by getting up at the crack of dawn and going running before the vast majority of the city is awake.
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 3:43 am
׺°”˜`”°º×Life is about balance׺°”˜`”°º× I don't know if it's because I am one of the only children here or what. But the park.
When my depression and anxiety was worse, I would refuse to sleep. And from like 3am till the sun came up, I would just swing back and forth and listen to music and lose myself in my own imagination. I still go there a lot whenever I need to escape. Or whenever I need a break.
It's this park that's like randomly placed for no reason in this wooded area behind a bunch of housing and another park. So I can just go there and not be disturbed for hours. Clear my head and just enjoy swinging. And the instant someone else shows up, even if it's someone I know, I'm put out. And counting down the seconds for them to leave.
׺°”˜`”°º×But because you're not a straight line doesn't mean you aren't balanced׺°”˜`”°º×
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