The sunlight breaks through the cracks in the trees that line this suburban refuge. I am drawn here by the sounds that quickly melt away the stresses of life and give way to a soundtrack that knows nothing outside of peace.

I feel guilty exhaling all of my stuff in this place.

But, as I stand here, something happens…. something that makes my shoulders release all their tension and causes my heart to begin beating in a rhythm that can only match that of creations pulse.

I come here for this. I come here to get away, only to find my way back.

It’s amazing what so easily gathers inside of us. It’s amazing how rarely we seek to release that which gathers so deeply within. Like dust on a mantle, stuff keeps piling up inside.

Why? We weren’t made for this.

So, I come here to breath. I come here to exhale. I come here because…

Stop… do you hear that? Do you see that?

Because I can’t remember what it was that was bothering me when I first got here.

It sure feels great to breathe again.

Perhaps, His creation was made for this?