Impaling Oneself

I've long been a believer in finding one's own warmth instead of seeking it always from outside sources. I love my friends and my family and even my work (very people-oriented) very much, but solitude has not only never frightened me, it enriches me. I seek it on a daily basis, and I crave it.

In our rush-induced world, with distractions at every turn, we can literally entertain ourselves 24 hours a day. Many people have no idea how to "survive" stretches without human companionship, and even more so without electronics of any kind. We can be plugged in all the time.

I shudder at the thought. My time alone--truly alone--is very precious to me. Sure, I love my smartphone, my TV shows, and my computer. But true solitude? It's a gift.

Thanks to my friend Joe Peacock for making me stumble upon this link.

Elizabeth Gilbert first spoke to me in a book entitled The Last American Man. It's still my favorite of her works.

Here, she talks about closeness, and how not to "impale yourself" on others.

"Have we lost what we had inside these lines?"

This is a lovely song. Listen twice.

"Inside These Lines" ~Trent Dabbs