Everybody has their safe place – the place they go to in their head sometimes.
When they think of that place, they start to feel relaxed, or happy, or hopeful.
I have a friend who imagines herself on Main Street at Disney World.
For me, I could be on the beach looking at Lake Michigan in Chicago, but very often I am imagining myself in California. There is something about the stark, craggy dry mountains of Southern California that does it for me.
I like to spend time in Palm Springs and Los Angeles. Being able to pick fruit off a tree in the middle of a city amuses me. On this trip I have been able to pick pomegranates and figs. Heaven!
I couldn’t help myself. I had to pick it. I am off to peel my purloined pomegranate.