Where’s your “happy place”?
With its flat dusty landscape as far as the eye can see, the great blue ceiling above, the endless stretches of yellow mealie fields, scrub and bushes, the Free State’s landscape gladdens my heart no matter what my mood. When I am there I feel like nothing can shut me in, that my thoughts can roam as far and wide as the horizons.
During his early years as a freedom fighter against apartheid, Nelson Mandela could always count on drives through the Orange Free State province of South Africa to lift his spirits. We should all have places like that, that make us feel better regardless of how challenging life can be.
My “happy place” is my front porch. It faces a pond, and beyond that, forest. As I sit on this porch, I feel the sun warming my face, I hear birds singing, and when I run my hand over my pots of herbs, I smell the fragrances of rosemary, thyme, parsley, and mint. When I concentrate on these sensory experiences, my troubles melt away.
Where’s your happy place and what makes it so?