Happy Places. With capital H and P.
I laugh and say that Macy’s shoe department is my Happy Place. But is it? It’s certainly my RETAIL Happy Place. In fact, the entire store is that for me.
But my Happy Place? It ain’t retail. A Happy Place fills your heart and soul in some special way.
I have a few.
Big Sur. Its beauty and majesty remind me of the glory of the Divine. Every time.
Manhattan. It’s a living, breathing organism that vibrates at its own frequency. It’s hard to not be alive in Manhattan.
Rome. The power of history and thoughts of the ancients consume me as I walk past the Colosseum and other antiquities that are part of every day life, still.
Vienna. The big, beautiful and ornate scale makes me think of royalty. I can’t help but also think of Nazis in a sobering reminder of the evils that men do. Still. But not here now, which is what makes it happy place. The reminder that history cycles on if we let it. And the remembrance that we can’t let evils happen again. I know, an odd way to think of a Happy Place but that’s how it is.
Amsterdam. It’s counter. Counter-culture and against the grain. No surprise that I love it for that. The row houses and Amstel River are so picturesque. Tulips and cheeses. Ahh.
Seattle. The wet and green reminds me that nature is in charge. If not for the rain, I’d love to live there.
San Francisco. I breathe in the clang of cable cars and one-of-a-kind vibe. City Lights Bookstore and the Fine Arts Museums. Theatre. And only an hour or so away.
Anywhere my husband and Riley are. That’s love. How lucky I am!
So, I’m askin’. What’s your Happy Place and what makes it that?