Happy place

muted tones

and intricate textures,
calming sound of moon moving water,
a soft wind clears my mind:
happy place

The water was still cold, but I stepped into the surf. As the water flowed over my feet, I felt a heaviness flowing out of my body I was not aware I was carrying. This is so very much my happy place: the beach, no matter the weather.

Especially in these times, we need our happy places more than in previous years. Places where we feel safe, where we feel without sorrow, where we feel light and loved.

What does your happy place look like?


Poésie de la vie

Learn how to be happy from what seems to be the happiest place in the world: Finland. Loving this report in which some happiness hackers are interviewed.

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