We are Sanctuary.
Safe space, holy space. Where does one go in a time of need? I have often thought about the concept of home and belonging, especially since I’ve moved so often. Some believe home is where the heart is, and yet—aren’t there spaces that we build that create that sense of peace for everybody? A place where there’s nothing to do but breathe and eat and drink and hold each other without doing anything? There is a space called sanctuary where words are exchanged, but only words that matter. On the walls, there are carefully selected pieces of art that tell a story. There’s a candle lit corner where gently-used books lean on top of each other, and somewhere in there is a wooden table and comfortable chairs that pull you in. There’s a wide planked