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I used to dislike Sundays. Uncomfortable uneasiness, restless, odd subconscious expectations lingering. I have never managed to work a schedule that’s considered banker’s hours. There’s something that leaves me feeling claustrophobic about it. I have also never managed to appreciate holidays. Not a single one of them. Not from the culture I grew up in nor any other culture. The closest thing that I honor in that sense are the universal cycles of nature. Seasons, moon cycles, day to night time change, solstices, weather changes, and slowly, slowly honoring my own body’s circadian rhythms and cycles. I also don’t symbolically declare particular places holy. I’m sure that certain places hold the energy of specific events, horrific and what is classified as divine. And I’m sure at the right moment some people “sense” something when they are present in those particular places. But one can sense something anywhere. It happens to me rather frequently. We live on top of millions and millions of corpses, animal and human, buried within earth over eons of time after all. Only because we designate places for the dead that we do not currently desecrate, doesn’t mean that do not  we live or conduct (“unholy”) business on top of or at long forgotten sacred sites, knowingly or unknowingly. As far as I’m concerned any place and any object can be anointed. In reality it begins with us. When we come to integrate our own sacredness into our day to day living, it opens us to embrace the divine nature within everything and everyone. The challenge doesn’t lie in finding the divine outside somewhere. What truly matters is to honor that sacredness within oneself. ~•~ a beautiful milieu Image Aaron J Groen