My safe place. No. Really. When I was doing Hypnobabies during my pregnancy with Coupe, one of the sessions involved imagining yourself in a safe place, holding your newborn in your arms. This is the place I imagined myself.
Even though his birth happened in February, I imagined myself here during summertime. Rocking him gently inside the cabin. Looking at the sunlight streaking through the trees.
For me, it’s a magical place. A lot of work with small kiddos and no running water. But watching the two of them frolic in the water, or making up games inside. Going for a walk to the mailboxes or a boat ride past a calling loon. Helping them build a fort out of the bunk beds like my sisters and I used to do. Worth every moment.
What places bring you peace?