In our wanderings around the neighborhood, our Bluey recently discovered (and named) a Resting Place. It’s a simple spot– the stoop of a local church that is partly shaded, with a porch slider-rocker to sit upon.
There’s nothing particularly extraordinary about this location, except that Bluey discovered it. He thinks of it as His spot, and he enjoys stopping there and showing it off to his friends and family. It gives Bluey a chance to catch his breath, to listen to the sounds of the universe, and to talk to his dog.
So now it has become part of our adventures and a scheduled stop. This gives Bluey one more reason to get out into the world and to enjoy some reflective time.
Destinations don’t have to have bells and whistles or candy to be worthwhile. Where’s your Resting Place?