I enter my house today and walk into sadness...the absence of companionship is tangible this afternoon. Sometimes my space is all air and grace and light and other times it's heavy with regrets. Tears, pathetic tears, can come in a moment; tempest, temper-tantrum, turmoil. More often, though, I am brought up short with joy at unexpected moments; sunlight across the bedspread, rain fresh-breeze on my face, ginger scented roses.
Rain last night; slept with my studio doors wide open...soft white curtains floating in the dark, snuggled under my king-size duvet...heaven...woke to fresh air and cold floors, hot black tea and silence...
Graceful solitude will have to be learned. Enjoyment of it will come with acceptance that this quiet and alone-ness is a grace-gift plunked down, all wrapped in happiness, in the center of a crazy life. Goals, dreams and ideas sometimes float on the surface of a busy life, like pointless scum, never absorbed into the fluid of the moment; fermenting, stinking, moulding into unfulfilled bitterness. Absorption, then, will be my goal.
Rain last night; slept with my studio doors wide open...soft white curtains floating in the dark, snuggled under my king-size duvet...heaven...woke to fresh air and cold floors, hot black tea and silence...
Graceful solitude will have to be learned. Enjoyment of it will come with acceptance that this quiet and alone-ness is a grace-gift plunked down, all wrapped in happiness, in the center of a crazy life. Goals, dreams and ideas sometimes float on the surface of a busy life, like pointless scum, never absorbed into the fluid of the moment; fermenting, stinking, moulding into unfulfilled bitterness. Absorption, then, will be my goal.