Important Place In My Life

When people think of their environment people think of their immediate surroundings; however, one's environment goes beyond and further into the psychological connection to one's personal environment. To further explain, Gallagher discusses three different aspects of The Power of Place: Outside In, Inside Out, and Synchrony. The book opens doors previously unnoticed about psychological ecology. From reading the book one learns that settings influence behavior more than the personalities of most people.

A place can be any position or point with space around. A corner, a site on the internet, McDonalds, or even if you’re lost in the woods you're still in a place because of the space that’s around. A place such as The Mexican Restaurant, where my parents go on special occasions or when I talked to a friend at The Baseball field about certain point of every aspect of the game we play, or even when My family was so traumatized when our dad went out onto the ocean when the waves we crashing in. He tells us he’ll be fine so he heads out on the sand and starts walking the opposite direction of us, the waves came in and crashed into the feet of the cliff. We thought he was gone but he came back and said the waves almost got him but he found a crack

This is a place for the dead to see their family again. In Coco, this is really well explained by illustrating through he dead as ghosts and looking out over their sons and daughters with their own kids. It was not only realistic but you could clearly understand what was happening. From a Day of the Dead editorial the author states “cemeteries are a comfortable space to allow the spirits to gather and enjoy themselves on Earth once again,” (Anonymous, 2007). Cemeteries are “reconnecting stations” of the living and the dead.

Cemeteries intrigue me, and Oakland is no exception to this interest. After years of constant bypassing the cemetery in route to school, I first decided to visit around September of my junior year, and explored the entire cemetery for the next two days. I was immediately infatuated, and have returned 5 more times since then. Throughout my tour I was able to view the beautiful statues, weathered graves, and memorial that held a surplus of information about the social statuses of these individuals, their struggles, and ancestry.

When my dog died I was an emotionless person until i did not start putting his favorite things like his walking leash, his his toy ball, and his food dish neer the place where he was buried.Same thing with Sals moms grave. Sals moms grave has all the moms favorite things and all these things remind Sal of her mom.The place in lewiston Idaho is an important setting to Sal because her mom is buried in their, and allways when Salt goes she is reminded of her mom and all of the things Saldid with her mom. All these things remind Sal of her mom, the maple singing tree (the bird was singing in the maple tree which is why it is called the singing tree), all the beautiful places, and the bird,snake river. All these things remind Sal

This cemetery specifically is a Catholic cemetery, which makes it different from others. The people who own it, as well as the people who use their services, believe in certain notions

I would be placed where the aroma of salt was evident and I would be able to see seals floating about playing with seaweed on their head as if it was hair. The ocean is somewhere that will forever have sentimental value; it'll always

Here is my sacred space, Carlin Park, which is located in my hometown, Jupiter, Florida! The park features tennis courts where I often practice, a running trail, a delicious restaurant, and of course beautiful beach access to Juno Beach. You can spend an entire day here and never get bored, although many people simply set up a picnic at the many picnic tables or just relax. This place is sacred to me because whenever my life got hectic, I knew I could pack up my car and head over to Carlin Park and spend a couple hours at the beach to clear my head. The space itself is so bright and open since it is right on the water. There is so much to do and appreciate. I had my first cross country meet ever in this park, and I was not even nervous since

useful place to remember and pay respects to. Memorials have always been a place to remember

The cemetery I have chosen is known as the Old Burial Ground, which is located in Cambridge, MA. It is situated on the corner of Garden St. and Massachusetts Avenue, and is in the neighborhood we know today as Harvard Square. Cambridge began as a settled community then known as Newtown in 1631 by some of the first puritans. It was an area that early on allowed for people to have a house with some area for harvesting crops. The town consisted of mostly farmers, and artisans until the middle of the 18th century. Harvard University was also introduced very early on in Cambridge at around 1636 found by ministers and the namesake of the school John Harvard. This led to more distinguished people being introduced into the community, some becoming

I have a ticket in my hand. I can go anywhere in the world, see anything or meet anyone. The world has an abundance of cities and beautiful views. For what? A temporary ease to reality? Magical places filled with superficial smiles materialistically caused to cover up the evil within the country. So where would I go?

My grandma had then gone into her room and took out almost 10 photo albums with pictures of family members I have never seen in my life, both young and old. She then took a black and white photo of my great grandparents who had passed away the year before. She explained to me that for the next couple of days we would gather and remember friends and family members who have died, and help their spiritual journey, including praying. To me it had first seemed odd I felt like there was witchcraft. It was something I wasn’t used to nor never heard of before, celebrating the dead didn’t sound so good to me. The last day of celebrating there was festivals and even parades. My mom had told me "we are honoring your great grandparents with all these festivities, it is normal in our culture and you should be proud to be present in a moment like this". I enjoyed the rest of the day seeing all these people with colorful colors and fast painted like a skull, all honoring their deceased relatives, it was a nice community to be a part of in the end.

It goes without saying that everyone on earth has at least one sanctuary. For some, this place is high up in the branches of a tree, where they can touch the sky with outstretched fingertips and feign a lack of attachment to the busy world lying below. For others, this sacred place might be found in a place as close and accessible as a cubbyhole in their own home. For others still, it might be in a library, or on a quiet mountaintop, the hard pews of a church building, or even a person. I myself have found my haven to be far away and, for now, out of my reach, in a city called Wilmington in North Carolina. It is the seventh or eighth largest city in the state, but the downtown area isn’t too busy to relax and breathe in the fresh air drifting from the beach only a few miles away. It is peaceful and serene, but still bustling with just the right amount of life and activity to be always uplifting, and flawless in its own way.

She also mentions that their graves are still green, signifying life as she visits them on a daily basis. Not to mention the fact that they are not buried far from home; “‘Twelve steps or more from my mother’s door,/ And they are side by side.’” Due to their geographic closeness, she is able to more easily incorporate them in her life which makes it very unlikely that she will leave them out of the headcount any time soon.

The cemetery I chose to visit and explore was the Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx. On the way to the cemetery I couldn’t help but feel anxious. When I began to drive past the cemetery to its entrance, all I could see were miles and miles of headstones. It was eerie to say the least. As a kid, whenever my family would drive by a cemetery, my siblings and I would hold our breath until we passed so as to not breathe in the wandering, lost souls. Actually going into a cemetery to look around seemed counterintuitive, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to hold my breath for that long. It didn’t help that right when I entered those black gates that separated the living from the dead, clouds of smoke and ash permeated the air around me due to bodies being cremated on site.