Reflecting

When my parents lived in our family home, they had a wooden swing that overlooked Dad's gardens. You would frequently find my parents sitting there, coffee in one hand, and Dad's free arm around my mother. They'd sit and discuss the days events, or sit quietly as they watched the garden grow.

Dad is gone now, and when Mom moved, the swing was placed in our yard. It sits under the shade of the pines, overlooking the property. In the morning hours, I love to sit here and listen to the sounds of nature as the day begins, and in the evening, those sounds fill me with the peace I need before turning in for the night.

In my little nook, I also have my grandmother's rocker, and an Adirondack chair that my husband Ken made for me. Three generations represented, each an important part of what makes up my life.

To sit on the swing, surrounded by memories of those I love, and occasionally with Ken beside me, fills my spirit. I feel the presence of both my father and Grandmother here, and often draw strength from their souls.
Is there a special place you go to meditate, reflect, read a book, or just to sit in the quiet?