A few nights ago, my eldest and I spent some great time together.
Somehow, we got to talking about our "Happy Places."
I was pleased to discover that she has such a place.
Everyone has their own "Happy Place," where they can escape within their own mind. Not everyone knows how to find it.
My Happy Place is sitting on a small hill, under a willow tree, overlooking a lake, with a small forest off to the left. There is a building to the right that resembles my Jr. High -- it is a long, flat, red brick building. Unlike Jr. High, which I hated, this building represents peacefullness and stability...
Sometimes I am alone in my "Happy Place." Sometimes my husband is with me. Sometimes I am sitting with a friend, whose arm is draped comfortably around my shouder. Every once in a while, I sit there, surrounded by my kids, who are also sitting peacefully.
My Happy Place is a quiet place, where we sit, in silence, and just "be there," enjoying the moment.
(Thanks to my daughter for inspiring this post)
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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