Lots going on in my life these days, lots of busyness, obligations at church, family and friends, and so on. All good, as the saying goes, but I am bolstered by the certainly that I will be flying to Italy on the 21st—twelve days in Florence and two in Rome before returning home on November 5. Aside from having lunch with a friend who lives in Florence, and dinner with friends visiting Rome, I will be on my own, with no obligations to anyone.
If you have been following this blog for a while you know how much I cherish being alone for long periods of time, especially while traveling.
People sometimes tell me it isn’t something they want to do; for others, their particular circumstances don’t make it feasible for them to get off alone for an extended time. Believe me, I understand this. I have no judgment that anyone should to do what I do. I only want them to figure out the solitude they need, and then make it happen.
For example, I know someone who has rented a room in a nearby town so she can have her own space to do yoga, paint, and meditate. Another friend has created a quiet, private area in her home. Then there is the acquaintance who packs a lunch, journal and folding chair into her car and spends the day in a local cemetery. Another manages to get off to the Maine coast for a couple of nights
Anne Morrow Lindberg has given us all a gift from the sea. I’d love to hear what your gift of solitude looks like.
If you have been following this blog for a while you know how much I cherish being alone for long periods of time, especially while traveling.
People sometimes tell me it isn’t something they want to do; for others, their particular circumstances don’t make it feasible for them to get off alone for an extended time. Believe me, I understand this. I have no judgment that anyone should to do what I do. I only want them to figure out the solitude they need, and then make it happen.
For example, I know someone who has rented a room in a nearby town so she can have her own space to do yoga, paint, and meditate. Another friend has created a quiet, private area in her home. Then there is the acquaintance who packs a lunch, journal and folding chair into her car and spends the day in a local cemetery. Another manages to get off to the Maine coast for a couple of nights
Anne Morrow Lindberg has given us all a gift from the sea. I’d love to hear what your gift of solitude looks like.