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Sacred Spaces

Updated on September 8, 2011

Sacred spaces are all around us from the natural wilderness to created works by man. I love the study of environmental design. I had the wonderful opportunity to live and study architecture in Italy. It was in Italy that I opened to the beauty of this world. I felt the vibrations of the urban forms flow into the wild of my mind. I lived in a small town called Castiliglion Fiorentino situated in the Tuscany region between Rome and Florence.

Serpentine breath and wild man's tongue feed the earth of the fat belly of Castiliglion. The soul is eternally lit by breathing man. The men congregate and feed off one another. The children are lead by their forefathers to learn their role. The city is a nice mix of modern day life while honoring heritage. Colorful textiles, smells of tasty Italian delights, and songs of foreign language surround every step. Each step is new but done a thousand times on the city's natural organic foundation with tight untamed puzzles streets.

The vibrations of the earth is personified as a lion. The lion is the earth that supports this awe-inspiring Tuscany village. Once this lion was brave and protective from the wars and now the lion is at rest and peace. The lion's body contours with the natural textures and serves the foundation of the town. One building does not stand alone. The clusters and patches are one. Wild and untamed are the spaces. The perception of individuality happens by close inspection only. The urban life is not a parasite but part of the lion's mane. The town has nestled in the fir that is becoming a life of its own.

Becoming one with the land makes survival critical. The mane is a composition of several individual strands. No one strand stands alone. Like the wild mane the city has its own fierce madness and mystery unique in its quality of light. One hair does not stand alone like one building does not survive without its neighborhood. The neighborhoods cluster and snuggle tightly to the back of the lion. No longer can the town fit on the back of this lion but must work its way down from town's fortress.

I love sacred spaces. I see them everywhere now. In my home town and on distant travels. Each has its own animal characteristics just as each home has its own distinguishing quality. I continue to see the world as one which I learned in Italy while pondering with enjoyment each unique essence. I see with fascination the connections of life from the microscopic to macroscopic. What seems to be empty space to you is the sacred to me, and I see we are all connected. In my point of view there is no separation. I see with the eyes of an artist and heart of mother. I am, therefore I love.


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      Dyhannah 6 years ago from Texas

      Thanks Denise for your comment.

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      Denise Handlon 6 years ago from North Carolina

      Love it-lyrical, clean and written with integrity.

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      Dyhannah 6 years ago from Texas

      Thanks epigramman. I feel honored by your comment. I will check out PRISANA.

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      ....another title that I loved with equally great commentary and writing - I do believe that your hubs are sacred spaces - please check out fellow hubber PRISANA if you can - she is fairly new to me but I think you may be able to relate to her judging by the way you write.

      So nice to meet you and I sense a probing mind here who has lots to say

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      Dyhannah 6 years ago from Texas

      Thank you Seeker7 for appreciating my point of view.

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      Helen Murphy Howell 6 years ago from Fife, Scotland

      This is a beautiful and very profound hub. I think you do see the world with the 'eyes of an artist and heart of a mother', but also with the sensitivty of the ancestors. Many have lost that sense of awe when looking at even the most common of landscapes and scenes and can't see the abundance that is present in it's illusionary emptiness.

      I really enjoyed this wonderful hub.