Where is your ‘happy place’?

It wasn’t where I thought it was.

If I were the same woman of years past, I would have answered “the stage.”

It’s tidy. Glib. Expected.

But today, with joyful amazement, I realized my ‘happy place’ is

Sunday morning

Sun warming the tent

I slowly open my eyes

Hear the birds singing


Getting up

Greeting the quiet camp

Renaissance hymns upon my lips.

I think this is how a life well and truly lived should feel:

Certain and joyful.


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