I’ll have to settle for being, day-to-day being, which may sound rather awkward, but it’s what I’m reaching for. Much of the solitude that I long for has to do with being; sitting, walking, reading, writing, praying, all at whim, not because of obligation. Turning 74 a few days ago helps this being feel right—one of the benefits of ageism. I’m done with most of my obligations.
Snow has been falling since 1 AM Thursday and now it is 7 AM on Friday. Only 8 or so inches here but more in Boston and more still at the cottage. By the time I get there on Saturday the driveway will have been plowed and all I’ll have to do is shovel the steps.
Right now there is solitude here at home. Being is a state of mind, and so, here I am, being, minus the walking.