Mom always told me I was her ‘fey’ child, like a tea towel in the wind, never knowing where I would land. So, in my almost half century upon this earth I have spent my time exploring, learning, loving, working, reading, walking rural and urban streets. I have watched the death of loved ones, and a marriage end, and it changed me. So in the beginning, this was about that. Yet at some point, it became more, and I became more than just my grief and sadness.
TEMENOS (Greek: τέμενος)“a piece of land cut off and assigned as an official domain, especially to kings and chiefs, or a piece of land marked off from common uses and dedicated to a god, a sanctuary, holy grove or holy precinct.“ [Wikipedia]
Whether that space is within yourself, or within the walls of the place that you call home, sacred space defines where you draw comfort. I suppose, in the midst of change, on a journey to anywhere, I just seem to be drawn to these places, these sanctuaries, the divine, the holy, the seemingly mundane, finding happiness, and listening to my soul. I write prosy essays or sometimes a poem, yet almost always with pictures as photography was my first love.
So have a poke around as there is lot’s to discover.