While doing the peer review process for the final paper, I ended up reading a draft concerning sacred as an individual thought or feeling. I found this idea rather interesting, since usually sacred tends to be some aspect associated with a religious body or group. After contemplating the meaning of this, I found that not only in my life have I held certain places to be sacred, but also time periods in my life. Dr. Redick talked about his son’s attempt to protest the destruction of some woods behind their house. He explained how to the builders this land was just merely a job, but to his son who seemingly spent hours there experiencing nature, this was his sacred place. I think for most of us the idea of a home is sacred to us. Not only is it a physical place, but it also, for me at least, transcends a mere place, being a feeling of security, love, and acceptance. I hold my home sacred in both a physical sense and in the sense of its spirit and relevance to me.
The concept of sacred time has been talked about before by Mircea Eliade, but I think my interpretation is a little different. I view sacred time as a period, not contingent on any given length, which has deep meaning and relevance to who I am today. One day in particular sticks out to me. This day started a series of events that have drastically changed my life. Now to another person this particular date could have been the day they got a haircut or just another day at work. But in my eyes, this single day has been more important than any of my birthdays, Christmases or New Years. It is sacred to who I am, and is also sacred in being a moment of connection with that which is greater than me, after many years of absence.
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