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Where is your slice of heaven?
I was sitting on the beach reading today. As usual my mind started wandering and I was very aware of no matter what is going on in my life, no matter what my mood, no matter what is on my mind......the ocean is where I go.
Here, I find peace in the waves, enjoy the warmth from the sun, experience joy in watching and feeding my pals the seagulls (these notorious savengers will eat anything but fruit loops), awaken the child in me in finding treasures in the sand, and find the answers to anything I am struggling with, just popping into my head. It is the place where I feel one with nature and the place I can always feel and hear God. Where do you go? |
Same with me, Kobi. I grew up in Southern California as a real surfer 'baby' and the beach was my most favorite place to be. I loved diving in to the waves, sitting in the sun and digging my toes in to the hot sand while I was looking way out to the endless horizon. I found the sound of the waves most comforting and enjoyed the fresh salty breeze. I love the ocean, the beach. Always have, always will...oh..how I miss it!
Kat ps: never liked the seagulls that much though..they always tried to pick at my crackers..lol... |
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Definitely the most peaceful place on earth. |
Silence.... Difficult to arrange, but where I need to be when the static mounts. Taking off on a secluded walk/hike or camping is my usual trek to being able to not talk myself and be clear of many human voice intrusions. LOL.. I have even gone into a few days of seclusion in monastic life institutions for this (without any particular religious meaning attached)!
Just how I clear my own clutter ...... |
In the late spring/summer: Sitting in a beach chair on the beach about 4pm to 4:30pm just as the sun is setting. I find it so refreshing. Perfect time. In the fall: Outside in a garden...alone. In the winter: When it's snowing, I find it defining. Love it! |
The thing about heaven, is you have to be able to get there. If only I could live on the Cape year-round. Coney Island doesn't quite cut it, though it has its own charms.
A seagull once snatched the hot dog out of the bun my son had in his mouth. I think my current heaven is in a little cafe near my house that has free Wi-fi, is always quiet, and has the best coffee around. |
On my Bicycle
One particular slice of heaven for me is on my bicycle.When everything else slips away,but being inside the beating of my own heart,as it labors mightily to get me to the top of a hill,or trying to seperate the racing of the wind,with the pounding of my heart,when I am tucked in,and tearing down the hill at 35-40 mph,with nothing between me and a bad case of road rash,but instinct,reflexes and a bit of intestinal fortitude.That for me,is where only existing ends and true living starts. Shad
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Heaven is when I am singing or playing my drum. When I enter trance and remember there is no veil between spirit and myself.
Spiritual Healings are very peaceful and beautiful. When I see or feel my patient release, that is a step closer to heaven. When I see a spirit depart - whether clearing a house or during depossession, the deep peace that gives me is indescribable. The bliss can last for hours after. Barring that & I am at work - a really good strong make my heart pound cup of coffee... mmmmmm |
No matter how awesome the view, how spectacular the surroundings, I have discovered that "heaven" lies within myself. Not to be condecending or anything, but I do not have the capabilities to go to see one of these awesome sights of mother nature everyday, so I tend to close my eyes, and visualize all the concepts of "heaven". I guess to me, heaven is not what I see, but what it makes me feel inside. Just my :2cents:
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Interesting reading about everyone's peaceful places whether it's an outside stimulus that triggers an internal peace or vice versa.
My peaceful place is within but there are times when it helps to have peaceful surroundings to help trigger a heightened sense of peace, calm, etc.. for me it's the mountains or being outside in nature away from computers, phones, etc.. it lets me know what is really important and what really matters and that is so incredibly humbling it brings me down to reality.. that is 'peaceful'. |
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It's always been riding my motorcycles... preferably on rural roads through woods and valleys, meadowlands... hitting hot and cold pockets... cutting through small towns... that's my slice...
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The beach. Listening to and watching the water, just melts my troubles away. The mountains run a close second.
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lucky's pizza (slice of deep dish heaven!)
north park (san diego), ca |
I've always been partial to the Smokey Mountains, and Cades Cove in particular. Something draws me there and I really can't pinpoint what, but it is a place that I find peaceful and restful. I love it there.
I like the mountains in general, but the Smokies have always topped the list. Glynn |
No place like home, right here on Peaceful Ridge is my slice of heaven most of the time. But I'm right there with Oiler, I love my Smokey Mountains. I haven't lost much at the beach but I will go there in the off seasons.
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I guess it changes from time to time. During my work week, I love the drive I do twice a week from Albany to the edge of the Berkshires. Highways and roads have distinct characters. That particular ride is so peaceful and relaxing to me.
If I could be anywhere, it would be sitting in a comfortable chair on my (still to be constructed) screened-in porch. My backyard is a private, dense, green space that smells and sounds like the deep woods. I strive to make my life relaxing enough that I don't need a vacation in order to find peace. |
Horses. Breathing in their scent. Feeling the thickness of their manes. Offering them treats and being lipped by their almost prehensile upper lip asking and looking for more. Grooming them. Shedding away the loose hair and expecting more to be on me than on them after I am done. Petting the space between their eyes and knowing they cannot see it..only feel it. Their eyes work on the sides, not in front. They are prey animals and need side vision more than they need front vision. Knowing they trust me to lay my hands where they cannot see. Listening ...as they eat the grain I drop into their feeder. Finding solace in the simple quiet contented noises of them enjoying what I provide for them. Loving how they drink...quietly dipping their lips in the water and watching their throat latch swallow as they drink...then as they rise their head out of the bucket, leftover water drains from them...and their eyes get heavy with satiation....
Horses... |
Great thread
For me, heaven is many things, constantly changing...but the thing that remains the same is the deep sense of peace and timelessness I feel inside. Here are some examples, some general and some very specific, of my slices of heaven....
Seagull Point, the stretch of Lake Huron beach where I grew up. The streets of Bruges in Belgium, where I had easily the most romantic experience with another person I have ever had. Any visit to Snowbound Books in Marquette, Michigan. The French Quarter. Between the creamy thighs of a beautiful woman. Over a cup of coffee or similar hot beverage with a person of amazing soul. A hike along Rainbow Falls Gorge near Bessemer, Michigan. A strip of beach on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Thompson's Harbor State Park in northern Michigan with warblers dripping from the trees on a mid-May morning. A hike in the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore area of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, with its remnant boreal forests. A great meal at Second Empire in Raleigh, NC; or Della Notte in Baltimore, MD; Cascadia in Seattle (now closed) or the Rowe Inn in Ellsworth, MI; or the best chicken salad wrap ever at Dish in Traverse City, MI; shrimp and grits at NoFo or the Flying Biscuit in Raleigh; or great deli at The Bagel in Chicago. Any art museum, anywhere. A night game at Comerica Park in Detroit. |
Like Blade and Oiler, I adore the Great Smoky Mountains - Maggie Valley and Cataloochee Valley in particular.
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I would have to say that what I would consider to be my slice of heaven are places where all the thoughts I have in my mind become quiet and I am just being and living in the "here and now" of the time and place. I have been in two such places.
Portland (OR) Japanese Garden The Art Institute of Chicago |
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It is beautiful at Cades Cove! I have good memories of my trip there. |
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Bumping this thread because I like it.
More slices of heaven....
Election Night 2002 in Michigan. An apartment overlooking the canal in Delfshaven. Watching fireworks on spring holiday from the balcony at the above-mentioned apartment. A stretch of nearly-deserted beach in DeHaan, Belgium. Sitting on the terrace of a cafe in DeHaan on a sunny day, having a late breakfast, an amazingly pretty girl sitting across from me smiling, her dog at my feet and sharing the best omelette ever. Any stolen kiss. Any stolen kiss in a doorway in the rain. Reading Sock Monkey books with my nieces. Farmers markets. |
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Your whole list is lovely, but my favorites are underlined. |
Sock Monkeys
Reading and giving all of my nieces and nephews and great nephews sock monkeys and their books. Perfection. :danceparty: PS: I just love the KIA commercials with the giant sock monkey in it jet skiing, riding the bull, in the car, dancing, and so on...just makes me smile. I had my nephew call me and tell me that when he saw it he thought of me. :smelling-flower: |
My slice of Heaven.....
Home :love1: :toast: :sparklyheart: |
Never found one...still looking...
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what a lovely thread!
Lake Lure, NC- in the gazebo I spend lots of time there, have for years- it heals me. camping at Eleven Mile Canyon, Colorado Estes Park, Colorado in our journals we leave things for eachother... writings and such. |
My slice of heaven would be in her arms.
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my retreat
I have a secret place - a place I used to go to when I was growing up when things got rough.
Even if the place is just a memory today it still gives me comfort. I close my eyes and I am back in the forest where I grew up. I sit on the ground leaning against a fir tree looking out on the small lake. I see the dragonflies hovering silently over white and yellow waterlillies. I feel the warmth of the sun on my face and I smell the warm earth around me. I hear the birds sing happily above or rustling in the dead leaves nearby in search of food. I hear bumble bees passing by. I see the rings on the water after fish jumping. On the other side of the lake there is a beaver lodge, and if I am quiet at dusk I see them swimming around to find food. Maybe if Im lucky I see a fox or a moose. I sit absolutely quiet not to disturb any of them in the hopes that one day, maybe they will accept me as part of them and not be afraid of me. |
Today...
curled up in bed and being grateful for this beautiful, peaceful home to come home to, after spending the night in the hospital horribly sick (it knocked me off my ass, in the fetal position and was completely unexpected). I'm safe and cared for here (by several dear friends and one that stuck by me every bit of the way)... that safe place is a slice of heaven. |
Floyd, VA
My slice of heaven is a very,very small town in VA called Floyd. I think that it is the most wonderful place on earth. If I could find a place to live there, I'd be there now! Floyd is so small that when I left Va, about 10 years ago, they had just gotten their first traffic light. The town is a weird blend of Mew-Age Hippy and Redneck that somehow works beautifully. Farm supply stores sit right beside artisan craft store on the main street. Two world-renown restaurants that hold showcases for local singer-songwriters plus famous singers use only local produce in their mainly vegetarian dishes. A Wintersun apparel store located there holds wonderful sales from which I've bought my favorite clothing. A food co-op has delicious foods, teas, beauty products, etc.
One of the coolest things about Floyd consists in the fact that they have their own currency! They are Floyd notes. From what I've gathered, one Floydnote=one hour of work, or whatever is negotiated between employee and employer. Most of the local businesses take Floydnotes as payment. One can even redeem them at the local bank in town for "real" money. Floyd also hosts every year a world-renown artisan, song-writer, whatever festival called FloydFest. Local mingle with celebrities as they look through artisans booths, listen to music, munch on all types of food from food kiosks, or just stretch out and enjoy the Virginia sun. Used to cost 75.00 for the entire two day fest. I'm sure the cost is considerably more by now. I always told myself I would go but left before I did. Yes, if only I had a craft or a way to live there, I would. I DO hope to at least get back there for a Wintersun sale one day. I'd make,week[end out of it ,but there's no place to stay! I hope Floyd remains a small town as in my dreams! Lady_Wu, feeling nostalgic |
Heaven is here on the farm with Syr Bebo and Sassy...and all the critters. There is no better place on this or the other side of the veil.
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My slice of heaven would be on the pathway overlooking Lake Washington by the University of Washington.....
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My slice of heaven is in heaven. After that, it's riding my motorcycle, it's the most freeing thing in the world to me. One day I'll ride it to my special place where I go to center in Townsend, TN and thru Cades Cove in the Smokies.
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It's at the ocean....
been years since i've been there, but just recalling the overwhelming sense of calm & peace i felt while being at the shore, standing there alone, just listening & watching the ocean..... it makes me content. i know i came from the ocean, because she feels like my physical home. http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/med...ut-a-block.jpg |
My slice of heaven is inside me, in my mind. Happy memories, feats, feasts and a sundry of moments captured are at my disposal in addition to the neverending soundtrack that runs in the background.
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i am at peace in nature..
any scenery, be it the ocean, the mountains, the wilderness.. the breathtaking views, the ability to just relax and take it all in.. the fresh air, the distant soothing sounds, no traffic, no hustle & bustle, no telephones ringing or tv blaring.. just me, my dreams & soaring imagination.. ♥ --- Also, there is one place i would go to, mostly as a teen and in my early adult years, which involved some deep woods hiking and climbing up some rocks..the view was magnificent, so serene & peaceful and not a soul in sight.. it had caves that i explored, and one huge rock had a dip in it just the right size for me & my dog Teiko (the only one i ever shared this place with) and we'd lay there sky gazing, and taking in the silence, so relaxing. i haven't been there in about 9 years now, so this spring, i will hike up that mountain again.. though without my Teiko around, it just won't be the same, but she will be with me, i know it! |
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