For me that physical place is down in my office among my paper, paint, glue and all the other colorful stuff that makes me happy. Sometimes I just go down there and sit in my chair and drink coffee and breathe.
My ultimate place of rest should be in the arms of Jesus but so often I just breeze by them and say a brief hello on my way to other stuff. Lately though, with all that is coming in our lives, I am finding my way there more and more and letting Him collect my tears in His bottle. I think I have a large collection of them.