I need solitude like a swimmer needs air. I breath it in in great gasps, hoarding it deep inside, a secret reserve of strength.
I am supposed to be at my son's house helping to clear my stuff out of the basement, dispatching the unwanted and outgrown to the yard sale pile and boxing the rest to bring home.
I am supposed to be sorting out our finances, paying bills and checking up on our IRAs.
I am supposed to be folding laundry and cleaning out the fridge.
What I am doing is sitting by an open window listening to the rain patter softly on the new leaves. I am luxuriating in the stillness, birdsong, frogsong, the rustle of crows' wings, and the mutterings of a vaguely discontented duck. I am turning inward and touching that melancholy place that is at once sweet and sad. And there is no one home to break the spell. This, my friends, is bliss.
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I really appreciate your feelings !! Beautifully said !!
Sounds like the perfect day to me. Enjoy it, they are few & far between.
p.s. how's Gatsby doing?
I thought I was alone in that need. Some of my favorite time is just the window and me...I think I need it to recharge my batteries which never get to full charge anyway...Michelle
I need that far more than I get it. I fill every moment with doing something like I'm driven to stay busy. I don't get it because I don't remember always being this way.
And I bet you found yourself all the more ready to tackle all of that other stuff after giving yourself such a lovely break.
The bliss of quiet and solitude is a rare gift. I crave it immensely. No radio, TV, people talking, phone ring...
The quiet rain would be a wonderful added bonus
It seems I am not alone in loving to be alone. How did we let life get so jam packed that there's no room for just living?
Chrissykat - Gatsby's doing fine, thanks for asking! He's back on the dry food because he refuses now to touch the wet kind and ended up back in the ER for constipation when I forced the issue by giving him no choice. For now, he's his old sassy self.
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