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Each week I try and spend time there, talking to God, listening to a meditation or hypnosis CD, or imagining myself atop my favorite Mayan ruin that overlooks the Caribbean. Other times I leaf through magazines, polish my toenails or simply watch the squirrels scamper from limb to limb. Just being there replenishes the Zen part of me breast cancer has pushed aside: the part that helps me squash my obsessive-compulsive worrywart and makes breathing easier.
When the morning breeze stops and the squirrels retreat from the impending heat, I realize my stolen time away is over. Like the squirrels, I find a cooler place to wait until the next time I can visit my healing place. Tell me about your healing place, or how you let go of your worries and fear. If you do not have a healing place, how are you going to find one?