My sacred space is my bathtub where I can be as loud or quiet as I want or my roof where where I can look out and not feel looked at. Otherwise definitely Rodney Park, I go there almost every day, just to look and observe and be quiet. I bring my jam-packed journal everywhere with me and use it especially in places like these. It’s just filled with thoughts and theories and updates and problems.
Anywhere I feel free of judgement and expectations. Somewhere where I am understood and not questioned. S sacred space is anywhere you can be your full and free self and feel comfortable doing so.
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If I had to pick somewhere it would probably be albuquerque, right at sunset. I have so many memories of driving up towards the Sandia Mountains, the sun bathing the land in a crimson hue that I’ve never been able to forget. No matter the time year, just looking at that alone gave you a sense of warmth and comfort. It almost felt as though the light was burning away the troubles of the day, leaving the night vacant of worry. It always felt like peace