Washington DC
So, first off, I really wish I had art skills like the majority of you guys have, and sometimes I wonder if I've totally wasted my life by not going to art school or becoming a violinist or something, but thankfully these regrets can be soothed by the fact that, well, you guys have art skills and if I have something I want expressed artistically it is likely that someone has already done it, and I can hunt it down and feel better. Probably my best example of this is Cami's one comic that says "Stay tuned for another spell-binding episode of: Oh God what am I doing with my life" which basically sums up my state of being pretty much 80% of the time. Thanks, Cami!
Meanwhile, I really love living in DC. I really, really do. I mean, it isn't perfect, but right now I'm doing my homework (or, um, not-doing it) in a cafe in the middle of the Smithsonian Museum of American Art, which I think is a way-better place to (not-) do my homework than a college dorm room or the library or a Starbucks or something. I mean, it's better for me personally. This one looks at bit like a city center-- it's huge and tiled and totally surrounded by the walls of the buildings, and it has trees and fountains and a 50-foot-high glass ceiling, so it is a lot like being outside except quieter and not as frigidly cold, and it's just so remarkably peaceful that to me it is sort of a sacred space.
So, then I was thinking about what makes a space sacred? To me it doesn't have much to do with actual religion, but more with-- with what is sacred to the individual person? A space that is emblematic of the things Person thinks are beautiful or meaningful or holy or important, or a site in which Person can perform their values and identity, or maybe just a place that smooths out Person's rough edges and makes them feel at peace.
IMaybe I'm way off on this and what I think of as "sacred" is what everyone else thinks of as "yoga."