What is sacred?
I read this headline today. It was the title of an inspiring piece of writing by Linda Laino, a wonderful artist and mutual friend of me and my friends from Richmond. It got me thinking.
What is sacred, for me?
Deep down, I always knew, that the sacred was everywhere, that it was the underground of human life, of my life in particular.
Still, it was difficult for me to reach.
At times, I felt, nothing was sacred. And I wasn’t even depressed, at least not diagnosed, ever. I was very moody, though. I accepted it. My moodiness and the impossibility to reach the sacred.
When I first came to Richmond, I joined a poetry group, which was one of the most inspiring…