Perhaps you might go to such a place only in your imagination—a place of sacred stones and grass that is the green of life itself. But your life could be richer for that imaginary journey into beauty and peace.
Where do you like to go in your imagination?
Traveling away in one’s imagination seems to me to be based on already known experiences but, then, maybe that’s because I don’t think freely enough. A place where I can feel the sun, the sand, the wind, and hear the methodic crashing of the surf on an undisturbed spot of shoreline at the ocean actually does exist but when I am not there, it has to exist for me in my imagination and give me peace.