Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?
Of all the vacation spots where I could spend a weekend at a retreat to find personal sustenance and spiritual renewal, the place most welcoming to me would be in a small cabin by a river.
The wonderful walks of early-morning solitude by the crisp-flowing stream, the rumblings of a small waterfall, the chirping of the sparrows, the croaking of the frogs…. This would be where I could commune with my Maker.
…. A place to find answers and seek new directions.
Long afternoon hikes searching for mountaintop views never-before witnessed, except by hawks and eagles… what a refreshing exhilaration for the soul.
Closing down each evening by a small campfire… hot-dogs roasted to perfection bedded in ketchup, honey mustard, and a fresh potato bread bun… a dessert of chocolates engulfing melted marshmallows… guitar-accompanied songs to lift one’s spirits to the eternities above… then to sleep to the drones of the forest beasts awaiting their nocturnal feasts.
…. This would be close to heaven.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Places.”