Sometimes you find a place that just seems to fit your heart. I recently spent a few days in the area of Creede, Colorado, a place that one of my best friends in the world told me about.
As I drove into the mountain pass, the scenery took my breath away. I saw the rise of the snow capped peaks, and knew instinctively, that I’d found my place. A writer needs a place to create, to write the next book, to sit in solitude with or without a journal and think.
I sat on the front porch overlooking the San Juans intending to edit my next book, but instead, I just contemplated life, love, and all of the most important things about life. We swam in the stream, tossed rocks, hiked a mountain.
Everyone needs a place to rejuvenate, and escape.
Where is your special place?
