When we arrived, we sat on a bench. It was beautiful. It truly was his favourite place. He looked at peace, happy and full of life. I admit I was a bit jealous. I didn't have a favourite place. I hadn't really ever looked for one.
One day, 7 years later I found it. I sat down in a beautiful spot and it dawned on me - this was my favourite place. Yesterday, I went there. I sat and I felt at peace, happy and simultaneously alive.
It's a place where I get great thinking done. A place I feel centred. A place I feel safe. A place where the weight of life lifts off my shoulders. Perhaps it even feels a big like a home away from home.
I believe there are more than one of these places around for each of us.
While I have moved about 1,500 km away from my favourite place now, I will search out another near my new home.
Yesterday reminded me about the power of a favourite place.
Where's yours? Snap a picture. I would love to see it.