Places

The sound of crunching gravel

Beneath both of my shoes

Helps me to unravel

My many issues

Perhaps I don't always get far

Even then, I always return

Somehow from every trek

There is something I can learn

I want to hear Your voice

In the stillness of the skies

Speak to me now

As the sun kisses goodnight

My heartbeat is rapid

Thoughts are steady, then slow

With every breath that leaves my lungs

You're mercy shows

I know that You're with me

Amongst all my confusion

So let Your spirit bring

Another solution

This is where I think. This is where I heal. You might only see a path that connects in circles, carpeted by little rocks, but to me this place means something. It's where I can go to let off steam, to think, to reason with myself about a number of things. I might be running in circles physically, but emotionally and spiritually I am getting somewhere. 

Sometimes I come with a terrible attitude and leave with a whole new perspective. Other nights I arrive smiling on the inside and the happiness only builds. 
This location is special to me for all the thoughts and ideas that have been born in it. Where do you go to think or get away? How does your place look and feel?