I have a strong need for “cave time”, for cocooning, for processing. And now that I’m 50, I plan to work on allowing more of that time WITHOUT GUILT. For truly, the time spent alone with gentle input and voracious creative output is time VERY WELL SPENT.
Today’s dream statement: I will spend more time on my private island.
I just spent a cozy hour on my bed, surrounded by research, writing in my journal, drinking my coffee and just being. Trust me, it helps soothe those racing thoughts that always threaten to vice your heart when you first wake up. I know we are all in different chapters of our lives, with a variety of people and things that need our attention and time the minute we open our eyes.
But now that I’m 50, I savour this moment- having worked inordinately hard for so many years to simply get to spend this particular hour deliciously alone- RIGHT NOW, on a Sunday morning.
I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will. – Thoreau