But here in the neighborhood, everyone is going somewhere (shopping or carpooling) or doing something (mowing or something property related), and I find myself joining in with my own mission to accomplish. Have I become another suburban power walker? Sure, I’m alone, but I don’t feel the same peaceful solitude surrounding my walk. I don’t even remember to step into the NOW. Less of a moment in time.
Let’s face it. Living in a cottage by the sea day after day without obligations, and taking a walk on the beach daily, is pretty ideal for keeping in the moment. But walking in the neighbor is quite wonderful, too. I have to believe that solitude moments are everywhere I want to see them.