I continually long for silence, solitude and simplicity, but just when I think I’ve grasped them, life happens, and I am again reminded that these states of being are not permanently possessed. During each of the five winters I spent at the cottage of the sea, however, a rhythm of silence, solitude, and simplicity settled into me and even endured from season to season. In the two years since those days, that rhythm has been replaced by a cha-cha-cha, beat. A little silence, a little chatter/gossip; a little solitude, a little socializing; a little simplicity, a little complexity.
Those weekdays alone by the sea, followed by weekends at home, became a unique, sacred time in my life. They are over, but a new rhythm, involving travel, is finding its beat. Florence has become my new cottage by the sea. I am going there December 4-17 for silence, solitude and simplicity, and to write and do a little Christmas shopping. And, I hope to return there in the spring.
Those weekdays alone by the sea, followed by weekends at home, became a unique, sacred time in my life. They are over, but a new rhythm, involving travel, is finding its beat. Florence has become my new cottage by the sea. I am going there December 4-17 for silence, solitude and simplicity, and to write and do a little Christmas shopping. And, I hope to return there in the spring.