“If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.” ~ Jean-Paul Sartre
“In order to be open to creativity, one must have the capacity for constructive use of solitude. One must overcome the fear of being alone.” ~ Rollo May
“Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate and predator to prey, a beginning or an end.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver
Deep cold once again. More snow on the way, or so they say. I’m down with that. It’s kinda sorta go with the flow for me these past few days. And my need for solitude, to assuage the soft pummeling my senses endure in the marketplace, is shifting from compulsory to intentional. It’s a subtle and nuanced shift, to be sure. The novelty, the new force that initiated the shift, is the beginning of monthly Social Security benefits payments. How cool is that, right? There are some necessary expenditures in the near future, yet regardless of that, there is the whispering of opportunity, nagging and maybe admonishing, for there is much living of life to catch up on. My life has been on simple survival mode, subsistence by default, for over three years now. What’s up with that? At first, when the payment first arrived, my mind was on things, not experience. Now, a week later, I am beginning to see that it is perhaps not the things of life so much as it is the attendance to heart and soul. Now we’re talking. In the therapy session yesterday I found myself somewhat boggled when I spontaneously began to talk about travel. I have not gone on a trip, an adventure, in years. Going further, I found myself talking about New England. I have two special women friends yonder. I used to go there often, for one of these women is my best friend, unconditionally, on a soulmate level. So now what? It gives me leave to dream and scheme on this for a while. I could pull it off. Maybe it’s the real thing. 62 and counting. I’m at that point this morning. The deep cold seems to want to be a metaphor, and I am tempted to let it have its way. Sometimes, if not all the time, ya jest gotta g’wan with what your heart says is so, which means to ride the season, and revere the passage of time. Rhode Island, Massachusetts, and the ocean, and the train. I love Amtrak!. I don’t know. Time to listen to my heart and soul. It won’t take too much time. Life . . . oh, never mind. These thoughts swing like the sweet music of the Faery Folk. It tickles a bit, but that ain’t bad at all. One must giggle, on occasion.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.