I will never forget where I was at on 9/11/01, will you?  My husband and I were in Washington D.C. visiting our son. That morning we were on foot walking to the Holocaust Museum in the direction of the Pentagon  when I noticed  a huge cloud of black smoke rising above it.  Needless to say, the scenario that we encountered after that was extremely traumatic and majorly triggered my PTSD. For many months after that, the only place I felt  truly safe was when my husband and I would be on the Cuyahoga Valley Towpath either hiking or riding our bikes. It became my sanctuary where I could relax and let down my guard.

The spirit beckons to my soul
It's in the wind, I hear it calling me
Come to me

Out on the path among the trees
I hear the rustle of leaves whispering
Come to me

It soothes my daily worries
It calms my troubled mind
It fills my heart with comfort
and gently guides me home

The spirit beckons to my soul
It's in the wind, I hear it calling me
Come to me

The beauty of the path unfolds
before my eyes I feel it drawing me
Come to me

It gives me rest and solace
from a world filled with pain
It helps me to find courage
to start all over again

It brings me peace and wisdom
It shelters me from harm
It teaches me to listen
and take some time to pause

The spirit beckons to my soul
It's in the wind, I hear it calling me
Drawing me, whispering
Come to me, Come to me
Come to me, Come to me