But I've found that my spiritual alignment is so fragile it can be undone by a bad parking experience. Last time I visited a cathedral, I spent so long looking for a spot that any sense of awe was replaced by sheer frustration. Now I just meditate in my car outside the grocery store. It's not picturesque, but I can usually find a space near the cart return. Emery's point about parking hits home for me. My soul might be saved, but my bumper definitely isn't.
Sometimes I wonder if all this ritual and location hunting is just overcomplicating what should be simple. Jenny_murphy's parking tip makes sense, but when did finding a spot become part of a spiritual practice? If your alignment is that fragile, maybe the issue isn't the parking lot. Real connection shouldn't require ancient stones or perfect conditions. Just unroll your mat where you are and breathe.