My sacred space is alone, either in nature, reading, or working on one of my creative endeavors. This is what recharges me. I grew up in an extremely quiet introverted family that played chess and scrabble for a “wild night”, with a rocket scientist father that claims to love numbers infinitely more than people. (Seriously, he announced this without skipping a beat at a Christmas party one year. Not exactly the way to make friends!) Unlike my dad, I love people, so I always thought I was the extrovert of the family. Now, I am not sure. I truly thrive off the energy of my yoga students and from teaching other enthusiastic yoga teachers. However, at the end of the day, I like to curl up with a good book, draw, or meditate in nature with the birds as my company. Introvert or extrovert… my sacred space is to be alone without feeling a hint of loneliness.
Alone but not lonely
by Ann Swanson / lifestyle