Elizabeth Watkins - Memory

Thursday in class we talked about how memory is key to a sacred place. I’ve had sort of an interesting experience with this concept. For me, one of the places I see as sacred, I don’t find it sacred for the memory I’ve had there but for the memory people I’ve loved had there. Does that even make sense? I feel that the place is sacred because I’ve heard stories about people I’ve cared about. I’ve heard stories of how they grew up there, how they lived most of their lives there. And now, as I visit that place with them, I become a part of it. Am I becoming a memory of the place too? I like to think that I am. All I know is that I see that place as sacred and I would never want to lose the privilege of experiencing that place whenever I can.