The Returning Place is somewhere in my soul...let me tell you about it.  The roses and peonies glow, so vibrant, smiling as if to say, "Welcome back!"  The breeze is gentle and light on my face, the caress so relaxing - I feel better already.  Strolling along a path so winding, never knowing what beauty will reveal itself, I begin to sing.  My song is one of connection, one of peace and joy...and of course, in this place to which I so often return, I can actually sing!  Each of us have this place, this garden of recovery...may you visit yours soon!