Sacred Spaces
December 10th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Hazard Wetlands
For years now I’ve noticed how those women and men without regular shelter find the most exquisite places to rest and, possibly, sleep. So do those that drink beer from forty ounce bottles that end-up askew by a tree or rolled-under a shrub, some wrapped in lipped-over brown paper.
Today, creek side, the thought comes in as I take a morning walk through the Hazard Wetlands. Other days, evidence of these urban sages comes as I hike Griffith Park or Radio Hill or on some beautiful old bridge across the LA River.
My walk continues and more thoughts. When will more people, maybe with regular shelter, find these almost–sacred spaces? Will they, or will the beer drinkers keep green spaces, architectural marvels and citywide views to themselves?
