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
Sun warming the tent
I slowly open my eyes
Hear the birds singing
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.