You turn the corner into an unexpected place and stumble into peace. Sweet, elusive calm.
You love the sound of the waves and salty breeze at a hidden seaside resort.
You recall the quiet beauty of an old Spanish courtyard filled with yellow blooms.
You lift a warm cappuccino to your lips at a local cafe surrounded by a symphony of rushing people and honking horns.
I don’t collect souvenirs. I collect my list of peace places. Locations where I feel my body relax and breathing slow slightly.
Places where the world’s expectations melt away, and I am free to find me again.
Today, I pack up and leave one of my peace places feeling my calm. Like a few of the more loosely stitched pieces are pulled tighter to join the whole.
I am grateful for this time. I am grateful for the renewal. I am grateful for you.