…and here is the place where I go to find solace and peacefulness and quiet when my revved up motor won’t turn off. The light. The way the leaves reflect every gorgeous bit of sun that was meant for them to be glorious. And me, peering through the frame of them, winding down, calming.
…and there are those giant building sized trees that line Virginia Avenue in Pasadena where I go and park my car and settle myself among them. No matter how many times I see them I can’t take in their grandeur, the way they hover above everything below them, reminding dogs and birds and people that being big is a beautiful thing.
…and that bench along the bluffs in Palisades Park. The one with the Cypress that stretches over it like an umbrella. While the people walk by it’s just me there, coddled and protected by that blissful combination of sitting and being shaded at the same time.
…and I go to these places every chance I get. The secret, lovely places that make me know it will all work out fine in the most gentle way, in the way that is meant for me to be more of who I am.
Yours In Those Overwhelmingly Sweet Places,
Sergeant Shriney Shrinerson