places of peace ~

Are there places where you go and suddenly everything is ok? Where do you find your own sacred ground? Perhaps it is in the bathtub, a particular table in a favorite cafe, swimming in a lake, a spot within your own heart. This is one of the places I go to - a small grove of spruce trees. The smell of the spruce trees respiring, their gentle arms waving in the breeze, the tock tock of the raven all set me straight. Just a few moments with the chickadees and I am right as rain again.