Pondering how one would create a “happy place” and

find respite from the onslaught of stressful arrows shot at us.

Twenty-four hours a day I am exposed to

an environment affected by people, elements, inventions,

animals domestic and wild.

Perhaps it would be in a hot-air balloon, drifting on soft breezes

over the rolling hills and emerald green pastures of Tennessee.

Perhaps it would be wiggling my toes in soft

white sand of a Caribbean island.

Perhaps it would be face down, towel-draped, receiving

a healing massage from the love of my life.

More than likely it includes listening to harp guitars while

swinging in a wide hammock under a pair of sweet maples,

soft breeze blowing across my brow as I write to the music.

Nevertheless, I know there will be stressors to affect even that place.

This writer thinks turning inward to listen to the

Voice of my Creator will be most successful as a “Happy Place”