I’ll be driving back home today after three nights and two days alone at my cottage by the sea. I’m in good company, though, for I understand that Thoreau often walked back and forth from his cabin in the woods to Concord Center. Evidently he went for a home cooked meal, and rumor has it that he arrived with a bag of laundry for his mother.
Like the sun adjusting to the every changing clouds this morning, when I get home I’ll have to ground myself in the social reality of conversation, telephone calls, grocery shopping, food preparation, bed making, church activities….. It is a challenge for any of us whenever we shift from alone time to social time, from introvert time to extrovert time. And I’m not going to walk in the door to the smell of a home-cooked meal and into the arms of a mother ready to receive my laundry.
Like the sun adjusting to the every changing clouds this morning, when I get home I’ll have to ground myself in the social reality of conversation, telephone calls, grocery shopping, food preparation, bed making, church activities….. It is a challenge for any of us whenever we shift from alone time to social time, from introvert time to extrovert time. And I’m not going to walk in the door to the smell of a home-cooked meal and into the arms of a mother ready to receive my laundry.