<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>In the past, nature has had its place in my life – outside. Little of my life had been lived outside as an adult, especially when I lived in Atlanta. In addition to being a city of hustle and bustle, there never seemed to be accessible places to go and “be one with nature”. After having lived in a different city for almost seven years with a city park “in my backyard”, I learned to appreciate and, more so, value my time outdoors as more than just the place I was in between being indoors and being in the car. One of the simplest rejuvenating activities is to spend time outdoors and just be. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less. However, in the past several months I’ve completely missed the simple pleasure of being outdoors – until recently. One day the weather where I am broke and I found myself A) at a coffee-shop and B ) sitting outside enjoying the warmth of my place in the sun. Originally, I sat with my back to the sun so that I could receive its energy on my back. Yet, after a few short minutes, it was feeling my face suffused with the sun’s warmth that really worked its magic. For several minutes, I just sat and absorbed the general feeling of well-being I derived from just sitting in the sun. In the midst of my stress and anxiety filled days, that was a good day. All because of my place in the sun. Tomorrow I repeat on a partly cloudy day. Hopefully the clouds will part…<\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In the past, nature has had its place in my life – outside. Little of my life had been lived outside as an adult, especially when I lived in Atlanta. In addition to being a city of hustle and bustle, there never seemed to be accessible places to go and “be one with nature”. After … Continue reading A Place in the Sun<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_uag_custom_page_level_css":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-102","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-quotidien"],"uagb_featured_image_src":{"full":false,"thumbnail":false,"medium":false,"medium_large":false,"large":false,"1536x1536":false,"2048x2048":false,"post-thumbnail":false},"uagb_author_info":{"display_name":"pfspirit","author_link":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/author\/pfspirit\/"},"uagb_comment_info":0,"uagb_excerpt":"In the past, nature has had its place in my life – outside. Little of my life had been lived outside as an adult, especially when I lived in Atlanta. In addition to being a city of hustle and bustle, there never seemed to be accessible places to go and “be one with nature”. After…","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":709,"href":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102\/revisions\/709"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.petitefreespirit.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}