A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much. — The Daily Post
I have more than one oasis. As I experience the complex situations of daily living, I am like a traveler on the ancient Silk Road crossing a vast wilderness. My oases, those quiet sanctuaries of refreshment, are strung like pearls along the way.
Sometimes my sanctuary is my car. On many occasions I have just gotten in my car and started driving with no destination in mind. I drive around and around until I have worked out the pressing issues on my mind — all within the privacy of a soundproof driver’s seat.
Another oasis a small corner room on the topmost floor of my church. It is a meeting room with cushy chairs and soft pillows — and a wireless internet connection — and I have often gone there when I needed some peace and quiet to read and reflect on situations.
Still another oasis is right in my living room when I slip on a headset and get lost in one of my playlists on my MP3 player. Sometimes hours slip by as I get lost in my rock and roll and drift away… like the song lyrics say.
And finally, when I cannot find sanctuary in my car or at my church or in my living room, I will definitely find it in my mind. I close my eyes and imagine a peaceful place. Sometimes it is a garden by a lake, sometimes it is a fortress surrounded by snow covered mountains, sometimes it is a sandy beach on a sunny day. At those places created by my mind’s eye, no one can disturb me and I am free to refresh my spirit and care for my soul.
ljgloyd (c) 2012 Image: The Lake Shrine, Pacific Palisades, 2006