I’ve been thinking, lately, about the idea of having a sacred space, a place where each of us can go and, quite simply, breathe. For me, that sacred space is the Chicago Botanic Garden. When I visit I slow down and am brought back to center.
It’s not far from the city but feels like a million miles away – it’s like a mini retreat. The gardens and numerous life forces that grow and thrive on the land remind me of the magic of the universe, of its constant support and nourishment. There is change every season; it’s never standing still. And in noticing what happens there, I remember that we are part of this nature, that it’s one force from which we are inseparable; because I don’t know about you, but sometimes I forget this in my normal, busy life. Therefore, I’m reminded that we’re never alone, and the miracles that occur in our lives, those fated meetings and so-called coincidences are the creations of that loving, all-powerful force which each and every one of us is part of.
As I look at the beauty around me, at the vast and still expanse, I feel grateful and inspired, and I leave ready to continue trying to live in the present, experiencing the power of now and rejoicing in those pure moments the universe produces everyday.
Maybe your sacred spot is your bed, or the beach, or your own backyard. It’s any place where you can stop thinking, be peaceful and reconnect. If you don’t have such a place, I can tell you it’s definitely worth finding.
I wish you a wonderful week!