Family has come and gone, as has Thanksgiving. I’ve been away from the cottage for nine days and away from solitude time for much of that time. Oh, there were those early morning before the grandkids woke up, as well as other moments that would creep in between the social comings and goings of home and family. But it’s not like the cottage where there are no human interruptions. There are the little interruptions, often in the form of a question: Have you seen my glasses? What’s for supper? What time shall we head out?. Then there are conversations: politics, sports, news of friends.
At the cottage I’m in control of all conversations. Of course! I’m the only one there. I initiate and carry them out in my own head or on email, which is another kind of a challenge because I don’t always want to talk about what I bring up. In fact, sometimes I don’t want to talk with myself at all. I can walk out on another person but not as easily on all those voices in my mind.
At the cottage I’m in control of all conversations. Of course! I’m the only one there. I initiate and carry them out in my own head or on email, which is another kind of a challenge because I don’t always want to talk about what I bring up. In fact, sometimes I don’t want to talk with myself at all. I can walk out on another person but not as easily on all those voices in my mind.