There is a place in this world that is far from where I live, but I find myself sitting there in imagination whenever I need respite. It's a place where tender souls are cared for with magic, compassion and trust, and where old dark wild encircles the valley of peace. I know that one day it will be gone, lost beneath houses and roads. But in a way it's not there at all. It's a moment from the past; a bony moon in a cold, watermarked sky; a drapery of sunlight against one window, one afternoon in summer.
Do you have a place like that? Or do you have an imaginary place you visit when you seek heart-quiet?