Sacred Spaces


“Do you think we have time to stop and check out the Capulin Volcano?”

Upon arrival, we all spilled out of our cars to take a look. The park ranger told us that the park was closing soon, but she felt sure we had time to make it up the path to the summit and back down again if we got started right away.

We started the walk up, which was a little strenuous for some of us “flat-landers”! The grandchildren saw ladybugs galore which thrilled them no end. And the scenery was spectacular!

Soon we reached a small rest area along the path and stopped for a bit. On the trail ahead of us, the wind took a man’s cap and plunged it down the side of the mountain—he laughingly lifted his hands as if there were worse things, and we all applauded. If only surrender was that easy for me! Also near the sitting area, was a small sign for weary travelers. It said:

Sacred Space

Capulin Volcano is more than a
mountain. Ancient and ongoing
cultures have found the volcano to
be a place of peace and reflection.
Consider how a church, synagogue,
mosque, temple—or library can be an
escape from the stress of normal life.
As you travel around the rim trail, ask
yourself: what might bring people
here for peace and quiet?


Some in our group decided that they wanted to go back down at this point. One of our granddaughters started to cry because she had committed herself to going all the way to the summit. So half of us went down, and the other half continued on.

One of the things I noticed as the trek continued, was the energizing effect the climb was having on me. Certainly, I had to stop and catch my breath on more than one occasion, but there was always a supportive force bidding me onward—I felt strong and capable—ready to continue!

Once we reached the top, all of us experienced the splendor of Nature—through the scenery, the plant life, and just being there together. We could see for miles and miles, and when our gaze returned to what was close by, we could see that some of the shrubbery had orangey-red trunks and branches. They were completely covered with ladybugs!

I can honestly say, that I truly felt the sacredness of this space. And being with my family helped add a beautiful dimension to it as well.

When have you experienced a place as, “Sacred”? Where were you, whom were you with, and what were you doing?  How did it make you feel?

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  1. Thank you for these reflections, Rosanna! I have been blessed to spend time in several sacred places. Each year I spend four days in the Haleakala Crater in Hawaii, backpacking and fasting. After four days in silence, I can almost sense the walls of the crater breathing. The crater is shaped like a chalice, and I sense the deep silence there as sacred space. Physically the hike is very challenging, and there are many humans parading through who have little to no sense of the sacred, AND the Sacred continues to shine through. Other examples: sitting with two ancient oak trees, over 2000 years old, outside Glastonbury, England; sitting inside an oak tree on the grounds of Cawdor Castle; spending three days in an ancient burial cairn in Scotland; the cliffs of the Orkneys; ancient “dreaming” sites in Australia where I heard people dancing and playing clapping sticks, although no one was physically present; hearing my name being called in the Western Desert in Australia where I could see for miles, and not another person was in site; participating in ceremony, whether in sweat lodge or the Great House of the Shawnadasse; old growth forest in the Pacific Northwest where compasses stop working; the profound peace of a sacred site on Enola Hill, the south side of Mount Hood, where you can see holes for grinding seeds and herbs bored into the rock from centuries of hands and tools working in that place . . . . so many powerful places on this Earth! I “feel”/sense other realms in these sacred places, helping me to know that there is so much more to Creation than what I see with my eyes.

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  2. Well done! The view from the summit requires effort, and the memory of the vista fades quickly. Sacred spaces always require pilgrimage in one way or another; if for nothing else to renew the memory of a familiar trail. Love you!

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      I love the wisdom in what you said about how entering sacred spaces requires some type of pilgrimage; and I love you, too!

  3. What a stunning view! It must have been so special to make the climb with family, especially your grandchildren. One day, they will look back at those moments with nostalgia and great appreciation for having such great grandparents 🙂 Keep making memories!

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      Thank you, Adriana. I know your comment comes from the deep love you have for your own grandparents. We will attempt to follow your sweet advice! Please know that I am so grateful to you and your Paint the World campaign and Casakalu Design House for giving my business a web presence.

  4. Dear One. I felt the presence of spirit in an old growth forest in Tasmania.

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      There’s something so amazingly beautiful about trees on just about every level, isn’t there? So happy you had that experience! Blessings to you on your journey, Barbara. May the trees continue to delight you with their sharing of Divine universal presence.

  5. I love that you and Kevin are making the journey together. What a blessing that must be.

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