Sacred Spaces.

Columcille Megalith Park is a beautiful, spiritual place up the road about an hour or so in Bangor. Nestled along a local, tared and chipped road, it is a place of mediation and silence. That fall day when A. and I visited was warm and sunny, the air sharp. I was taken with it’s meandering paths along the woods and the texture of stones. My favorite part of the park was the labyrinth and it’s center. There, when you reached the inside of it, was a rock covered with bits and pieces visitors had left behind as an offering, a thank you.

I long for the warmth and the sun from that day. January’s thin air and heavy cold has settled into the earth and I am perpetually chasing the chill away with thick socks, sweatshirts, and big cups of tea.