When I was a child, I had many "special places" where I would go to seek peace and quiet from my, sometimes, complicated life. I remember I would find solace in the trees, literally. There was a large tree in the field behind a barn we had on the property. I remember many times climbing that tree where I had one limb that became my retreat. When the world became too loud and confusing, I would find my spot on that limb where I would sometimes pray, sometimes rest, and at times just breathe. There was another tree in the woods behind our house. This tree had a ready-made stump. The stump was about two feet above ground level and surrounded by newly formed shoots from the still-living tree. When I needed quiet, I would walk into the woods, find my tree, and sit hidden among and protected from the chaotic world by the shoots that surrounded me. In my twenties and thirties, I found peace in music. I was a member of a praise and worship team at my church. My role was to sing b