Pause.

Need a swing out on the porch where you can sit and think? Need a gentle
breeze, a quiet mind, and some cool shade as the sun melts the colors of a
summer afternoon? Such a place exists. It was on the front porch of my
house as a little boy a long, long time ago. In my heart: that swing is still
there. You have such a place too. A place where you can inhabit your
memories. A place of peace and contemplation. It is always available to
you. Always there when you need it. Who knows, maybe it even has a swing.

Steven Charleston

“There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of
angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.”

Howard Thurman