My good place is on a beach at Pt. Reyes National Seashore, in Northern California, staring out at the vastness of the Pacific Ocean. And, with luck, I might see a whale breach!
A good place for me? After a year of diverse unexplained miseries I started taking Vit.D. Now I am back to my old self and that is a real good place for me!
My good place is a screen porch. I love opening it up in spring where it soon becomes infused with pink light reflected from the azaleas outside. I love reading in the late evening in summer until the yellow porch light becomes too dim to see the words on the page. I love breakfasts with the birds, sorting through fruits and veggies selected from the farmers' market, working on projects with kids that are too messy for inside the house, napping in the afternoon sun. I love watching the maple turn red, listening for the geese to start their migration, carving pumpkins, and reading while snuggled with a blanket. When it's time to bring in the furnishings and close the porch for the winter, I still love to step out occasionally to look at the snow covered yard or the winter moon and sniff the air for that distant scent of spring that will tell me when it's time to get out the cleaning gear and open again for a new season.
My good place is where I live and thought about for all the years I lived abroad. It was the one place that kept me anchored no matter how far away I was, because I knew I could come back to here. It is a place where, when I look out the window each morning, I see a wide vista of snow covered mountains, that lime jello green river that flows past so pure and so cold, a herd of elk and deer peacefully grazing close by, and a mountainside behind me covered with red bark Ponderosa pines touching the sky. Now, when I walk out the door this evening, a distant owl hooting, a pack of coyotes howling at the full moon shining so bright I can see shadows, the vast starry sky dimmed by the moon, the air cold, the water rushing by, I am at home and at peace. This is my good place.
I do love and feel welcome in a couple of restaurants that my husband and I go to often; however, when I'm alone and without my "body guard," my happiest place is in my own garden, sitting in the swing and watching the birds who visit my birdbaths and feeders. It is safe there and I don't have to impress or fend off anyone who may disrupt my peace.
Standing by the ocean, anywhere, any season is a good place for me.
But when you said a cafe, Elbow Room is a good place. It is a place where I am a regular and have a usual. It is a place where even people who don't know me by name know me by sight. It is a place I see and catch up with people I know and meet new people. I have long time friends and new ones I have made through this space... and the coffee's good too :)
A good and beautiful place for me is a the beach access at my mom’s house in Florida, where I first took my husband-then-boyfriend for a walk on the beach, where he first said I love you and recited a poem he wrote for me three months later, where he proposed to me a year and a half later, in late June 2023, where I walked to nearly every day when we were long-distance during our engagement, and I sent him love from that special place. That spot on the beach is a portal for positive change for me, and always brings a special warmth of memory to my heart. 💗
in the wind. i recognize this answer leaves room for sorrow, as this element can cause destruction (as a prairie dweller, i know blizzards and their destruction too). the wind does have a habit, however, of making me smile with complete and utter aliveness. i love running in it, and also watching the birds navigate their way through. it seems like they often find their second winds in the pause between gravity and lift. it's beautifully freeing to witness.
My good place is a bookstore with a café
My good place is sitting on a blanket under a 200 year old oak tree in the summertime. Preferably with a good book.
My studio surrounded by art supplies with a big window so I can watch animals deal with the snow and frozen Bay.
My good place is on a beach at Pt. Reyes National Seashore, in Northern California, staring out at the vastness of the Pacific Ocean. And, with luck, I might see a whale breach!
Sitting on the front porch watching a summer thunder storm roll through and in an hour the sun is out and the robins are feasting on worms.
A good place for me? After a year of diverse unexplained miseries I started taking Vit.D. Now I am back to my old self and that is a real good place for me!
My good place is a screen porch. I love opening it up in spring where it soon becomes infused with pink light reflected from the azaleas outside. I love reading in the late evening in summer until the yellow porch light becomes too dim to see the words on the page. I love breakfasts with the birds, sorting through fruits and veggies selected from the farmers' market, working on projects with kids that are too messy for inside the house, napping in the afternoon sun. I love watching the maple turn red, listening for the geese to start their migration, carving pumpkins, and reading while snuggled with a blanket. When it's time to bring in the furnishings and close the porch for the winter, I still love to step out occasionally to look at the snow covered yard or the winter moon and sniff the air for that distant scent of spring that will tell me when it's time to get out the cleaning gear and open again for a new season.
My good place is our new home with my wife and our two new puppies.
My good place is where I live and thought about for all the years I lived abroad. It was the one place that kept me anchored no matter how far away I was, because I knew I could come back to here. It is a place where, when I look out the window each morning, I see a wide vista of snow covered mountains, that lime jello green river that flows past so pure and so cold, a herd of elk and deer peacefully grazing close by, and a mountainside behind me covered with red bark Ponderosa pines touching the sky. Now, when I walk out the door this evening, a distant owl hooting, a pack of coyotes howling at the full moon shining so bright I can see shadows, the vast starry sky dimmed by the moon, the air cold, the water rushing by, I am at home and at peace. This is my good place.
I do love and feel welcome in a couple of restaurants that my husband and I go to often; however, when I'm alone and without my "body guard," my happiest place is in my own garden, sitting in the swing and watching the birds who visit my birdbaths and feeders. It is safe there and I don't have to impress or fend off anyone who may disrupt my peace.
This current stage of my life, where I have the time for the leisure, to go slow, to flow with the creative current; this is my good place.
Standing by the ocean, anywhere, any season is a good place for me.
But when you said a cafe, Elbow Room is a good place. It is a place where I am a regular and have a usual. It is a place where even people who don't know me by name know me by sight. It is a place I see and catch up with people I know and meet new people. I have long time friends and new ones I have made through this space... and the coffee's good too :)
A good and beautiful place for me is a the beach access at my mom’s house in Florida, where I first took my husband-then-boyfriend for a walk on the beach, where he first said I love you and recited a poem he wrote for me three months later, where he proposed to me a year and a half later, in late June 2023, where I walked to nearly every day when we were long-distance during our engagement, and I sent him love from that special place. That spot on the beach is a portal for positive change for me, and always brings a special warmth of memory to my heart. 💗
My happy place is sitting outside, on the ground with my back rested on the wall, facing the sun at the small house overlooking the lake
in the wind. i recognize this answer leaves room for sorrow, as this element can cause destruction (as a prairie dweller, i know blizzards and their destruction too). the wind does have a habit, however, of making me smile with complete and utter aliveness. i love running in it, and also watching the birds navigate their way through. it seems like they often find their second winds in the pause between gravity and lift. it's beautifully freeing to witness.
Our home break: floating on a surfboard surrounded by friends and dolphins, blue sky, blue waters, perfect wave after perfect wave, love