I have a tree on my property that is unique and not a native Tennessee Tree. One night my sister was visiting and I told her of my writer’s block. We sat in the tree and its soft blowing breeze canopy lulled my sister and I, plus all the critters with us. I have three dogs; she has one. All laid down under the tree while she and I talked for hours in that wonderful space. Nature soothed us both and we laughed and remembered anecdotes of childhood. What a wonderful way to relax. My sister pointed at a nice outdoor love seat. She said to move that outdoor sofa under the tree. The space became my muse and swept away any blocks in my writing. This space brings a smile to me every time I even look at it.
Happy places are important. Where is yours?