“Above all else, sacred place is storied place”

When I was growing up there were places that I always went with my family; the mountains, downtown Fredericksburg and my grandmother’s farm were a few. The weird thing is when I go back today, I always find myself remembering those times and reminiscing or story telling. Some of the places that I go hold nothing for me but yet I find myself returning to them only to feel the things I felt there as a child. It’s almost like I can still feel everyone with me who joined me in those locations, even though they aren’t even all alive anymore.