Alone in the Tower
A rare and lovely five minutes
The Tower of London has always drawn me in. I don’t remember when I first read about it, but I’ve been lowkey obsessed for as long as I can remember, an unexplainable connection. Residual generational memories, perhaps? A few years back, I discovered that not only do I have ancestral connections to early English royalty, nothing past the 1200s, but also had an ancestor grandfather who had been imprisoned there in the late 1400s at the pleasure of Edward IV. Whatever the case, it fascinates me to no end.
Built as a fortress and a royal palace, the Tower has been a place of death, joy, and an integral part of London history for almost 1,000 years. Its history contains too many stories to tell in several sittings, let alone a single one. Learn a bit more about it here: https://www.hrp.org.uk/tower-of-london/history-and-stories/the-medieval-palace/#gs.y9a9wr
I was fortunate to actually visit it for the first time in 2012 and found it everything I had hoped for. I had one of the most intense spiritual experiences of my life during that visit at St. Peter ad Vincula, the chapel on the grounds. While there, we took the requisite (and excellent) Beefeater tour and I longed to spend a chunk of time there to explore on my own. Last summer, I got my wish.
