I ask because the answer is often not what I presumed.
I live on the coast. I love it. I can sit in the sand or in my car and watch the waves break for hours while I ponder God's awesome power, the immensity of the universe and my place in it. The ocean fills me with wonder. I revel in it's ever-changing beauty. No two waves are alike. No two sunsets the same color. Foam patterns on the beach are different with each receding wave. I meditate on infinite possibility.
But it's the mountains that heal me. There's just something about being surrounded by trees that fills me with a serenity I cannot tap into elsewhere.
The sound of a creek waters flowing over rocks and swirling around a sandbar is soothing music to my ears.
I spent the day in the mountains yesterday. I just drove by myself for five hours. The higher the altitude became the lighter I felt.
I stopped by Burney Falls. It was cold and damp from the mist and the late afternoon shadows. But the smell was beyond Heavenly. Pine. Moss. Damp earth. Deep cleansing breaths.
Little traffic. Fading sunlight. Trees straight and tall on all sides. Majesty above them.
Peace. Completeness. Inspiration. Quiet. Solitude. Wellness. Integrity.
All these words and more define the mountains for me.
I came home refreshed and ready for another round of parenting, working, struggling to survive.
Which gives you that renewal? Ocean or Mountains?