Thanks to Susannah Conway for the push for August Break.
Church and Tree
My mind pops to "church" when I hear the word sacred. The formality of the building, the patterns of the pews, the beauty of windows, stained glass, and altars.
Alas, it is not for me.
For me sacred comes in nature. A walk in the woods or near the sea,
often in solitude. The steady walking motion lets my mind find a meditation of moving thoughts, unlike those who sit still and empty their minds of thought. That stillness too is not for me.
A Wee Weed
Most of all, light is sacred to me. It influences my well-being physically and emotionally. It is the key.
It is in these places of solitude, nature, and light I find much inspiration for my photography. That is another kind of sacred all together.