Sacred Place That Far, Far Away

I've been reading Beth's blog for years. Every time I read her entries, I think about a swan gliding across the water. Very graceful. Very effortlessly.

I never met Beth in person, but I feel like I've known her for a long time. When I wrote about Mak's death almost seven years ago, Beth sent me  comforting email. And every time I wrote about my childhood memories with my parents, Beth never failed to write to me personally. I'm so grateful and appreciate her kindness.

Another thing that keep me going back to Beth's blog The Cassandra Pages is the tone of her writing. Humble, full of humanity, down to earth and doable. Yes, very doable.

Recently she wrote about the sacred place. Half way of her What Makes a Place Sacred my vision was blurred with my tears. I had my left hand palming my chin as I was reading her entry. I felt the tears from my left eyes slid between my fingers, while the tears from my right eyes glided down my cheesk to my chin.

I didn't make an effort to wipe the tears away as if I wiped away the tears I would've wiped the memory that made me cry. What amazed me was, when I finished reading What Makes a Place Sacred, the joy that I felt long after I read her piece.

It took me back to my sacred place that I shared with Mak. The sound of the breeze between the leaves, the felt of the sand and dried twigs under my little feet, the fragrance of drying bunga melur (jasminum sambac) in Mak's hair, and most of all the tenderness in Mak's eyes when she said to me, "This is our spot."

Comments

[sitiaishah]

Jackie,
I think the comforting thought that makes a different when we know our sacred place is still exist even after all these years. In my case I have no idea if the spot is still exist. It was about 50 years ago.

[Jacqueline M]

Beautiful sentiment :} My sacred spots are not far away now that I am back home in Alaska, but I rarely visit there...someone else owns the property. But it is comforting to know it is there, and I may visit there if I wish.