There are places in life that comfort the soul, a respite from the chaotic world around us. Mine is under the Cottonwood tree. It's not just any Cottonwood, but a specific one. It stands tall and proud at the edge of a park. The sounds of traffic can be heard, dogs from nearby houses will bark, and people walk by, so it seems like an ordinary place. However, the stone bridge makes all the difference. No water flows under it, but it still draws my mind into reverie of distant lands and worlds gone by. When I choose to, I can imagine Tolkein's hobbits peeking out from underneath it or a mischievous little gnome. I can make it grow until it becomes the bridge the main character from my own novel uses to cross into the Land of Giants, and I watch as she rides her stallion onto it. Her pulse quickens, and her heart begins to pound in anticipation, but she keeps her head high to face whatever lies ahead. Other times knights on their noble horses trot along as they discuss important matters. In my mind, fairies flit among the trees as any number of adventures await. Sometimes I simply listen to the whisper of the papery leaves as a breeze rushes through, and I feel refreshed as I talk with God. My own special place. It inspires my imagination and soothes my soul as I sit under the Cottonwood.
I believe everyone needs a place. It doesn't have to be extraordinarily beautiful or secluded as long as it brings comfort of mind and a feeling of peace. Have you found yours?
I believe everyone needs a place. It doesn't have to be extraordinarily beautiful or secluded as long as it brings comfort of mind and a feeling of peace. Have you found yours?
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