Life Goes On

To the laundry I took the blue shirt my husband wore to our friend's memorial service. Then I headed to my favorite hiking trail, my place of solace and refuge.

I stopped in my favorite place--my holy place--a plateau with a 360-degree view. To my left was Cathedral Rock. As I slowly rotated left, there was Bell Rock. Then Courthouse Butte and then, right in front of me, Baby Bell. In the distance was the chapel, hidden by the trees and hills, and then Thunder Mountain, followed by Cathedral Rock. I had come full circle. I  breathed deeply, gave thanks, finished my hike, and then rested on a stone bench. 

I followed the trailhead to the parking lot, got into my car, and eased it into the living traffic.

You write it:  What is your holy place?