I've had a hard time trying to decide where I find comfort. As a believer, I know the "right" answer should be in His Word or in prayer (which I do). But I am not spiritually "there" yet enough to call it solace, although I try. I guess I'm too much of a control freak!
I find comfort in reading books, writing, scrapbooking, even in cleaning and organizing, and a hot bath usually provides much needed comfort. But not complete solace. And this is different from my happy place - which is on a relatively private beach in Cozumel in the shade of a palm tree with a book, a cold drink, and someone I love nearby.
I find solace in my bedroom. When I am feeling overwhelmed, I go lie in bed. When I'm freezing (because my husband sets the temperature at Arctic levels), I crawl in bed. When I'm sad, or lonely, or angry, or confused, I curl up under the covers in my cozy, warm bed, hug one of my many pillows, and think. Occasionally, I take a nap, but more often than not, I just lie there... alone... in the comfort of soft sheets and fluffy pillows trying to detangle my thoughts. Solace is peace, both physical and emotional. And lying in my bed is the most likely place where I can achieve that peace.