This piece of ground

This piece of ground has always been my ground of Peace. 
This is where I went to escape, everything. The anger, the pain, the humiliation, of being me. 
Only one person ever seemed to understand me, My Grandfather.

But that is not what this piece is about, maybe some other time perhaps.

This one is about a piece of ground that somehow always showed me something to help ground me. Some how when I set foot on it, the burdens and worries slipped away. As a kid my friends wanted to hang out along the banks of the creek too. Dad did not want people down there. So I always had that excuse. Truthfully I did not want to share it. I was afraid it would lose it’s magic somehow. Yes close friends and family knew I went there. My family knew i went there when I was angry or upset. But I keep what I felt to be magic about it a closely guarded secret . Anything that could evaporate anger like that had to be magic.

The decades went by. I had moved away, I eventually came back. I met the woman of my life. We decided to share our lives together.

Still I kept my secret place. I mean after all, I still needed it, I still used it to find peace. I still used it to work through my problems. I did not dare risk losing my escape. Going from being a loner ( sure I had friends but a big part of myself was never shared) To having a ready made family is hard. worth it? OF course! but that does not make it easy. over a little time I did share that it was where I escaped to as a kid, but I do not think I ever told her I still did.

A few more years go by. We ended up moving a house onto the Peace of ground. It rapidly became very special to her also. Now it is our piece of ground, grounded in Peace. Sharing it added to it.

Share what is most important to you, with who is most important to you.