My anchorhold is not traditional. It is not attached to a church, but is a space within my home set apart for the purpose of contemplative study and creative adventures. Perhaps you have one in your home too. 

My anchorage is located in rural Ontario, Canada about two hours north of Toronto, in an old stone farmhouse that was built before Canada was formally a country.

It is surrounded by my foolishly large gardens of vegetables and flowers, rows of berries, lines of grapes, an ever expanding orchard, and as soon as I turn my back, world class weeds. David Austin roses flourish, despite our old winters.

I am not a good gardener for I haven't the constancy required. But I love being covered in dirt and somehow manage to assemble the most beautiful bouquets for my the desk in my anchorhold. 

The Boyne River runs across the back of the property and the The Bruce Trail runs through it. Part of our land is agricultural and part of it is protected old growth forest. All of it is part of Ontario's Niagara Escarpment which is a UNESCO World Biosphere Reserv

Oh, yes, and it's Canada so there is winter, which can be daunting, but also enormously calming if one relaxes in its embrace.