In Praise of Solitude.
Rebecca West once wrote about solitude, “For those who relish it, a word sweeter than muscatel to a wino.” That’s the secret of those of us who live alone.
Browsing Tag:
solitude
The Potential of Isolating in Today’s World.
This slowdown has the potential to be the best thing that ever happened. For our families, our creativity, our world and ourselves.
Burning Through Menopause: Metamorphosis at a Cellular Level.
I even said ridiculous things like 'I'm out of the menopause' and 'Well, it wasn't too bad'... "Yay, it's over," I thought to myself.
Losing My Innocence. {poetry}
Unlike losing my virginity...
I lost my innocence in the desert
amongst 100,000 people,
but in a sacred temple of sharing
with one.
18 Lessons I’ve Learned About Life.
Cut out any person from your life who brings you down or depletes your energy. Life is too short to hang out with mean-spirited individuals.
The Holy Dwells in Dark Places: Using Creativity to Connect with Hope.
A daily creative practice builds resilience and connection, and opens our eyes to awe and wonder.
Quest For Connection: The Call To Intimacy.
When I was a child, my family connected through false means. Joint ideals, beliefs, niceties that we wore as the face of a family with strong connections to self and society. We were seen as a good family, bright kids, churchgoers, involved parents and helpful neighbors. We were connected ...
The Very Near Death Of A Holy Heart And The Solitude of Knowing. {poetry}
I learned that this is what happens with hearts that need to be buried,
and souls that have gotten too heavy and weary:
Celebrate Your Aloneness, But Never Be Lonely.
I have always felt alone, but not lonely. This feeling began when I was very young and it was hard to be with. I didn’t have the tools, the knowledge or the understanding to articulate the emptiness, so began the titled vision of my aloneness. As a child, I was always standing just on the ...
Waking Up To Consciousness.
I am mesmerized by the sun, the way she dances and dapples, illuminating leaves with paprika and turmeric. The veil is with me always, where I am able to move my hand, lucid and glass-like, lifting silken skirts of varied states of existence.