When I was a minor, there was a certain forsythia bush that had a small hour in its center – it was my favorite place to hide, be by myself, and be pleased. For in that bush, I was safe, protected, loved, and all was fair with the earth. No affair what was happening in my young lifetime, if I could just sit in that place, I would feel bigger and be back in touch with my joy and peace (of direction I didn’t reckon of it in those terms back then). It was a place I never wanted to leave – it was my pleased place. More information: click here