Solitude
Once I thought solitude was emptiness, a space the self could not fill. But now I see it as a sort of equilibrium between falling and standing upright, between what sees and what remembers. To be alone does not mean to vanish, but to move at a pace the world no longer sees or even cares about. I lie down in the grass and watch the clouds, the light bending through me and for a moment I understand how even the softest geometry can hold its shape in silence.


I hope you will be doing more on Solitude. It is a very strong place to be.
Thank you, @Kathleen Hobbs for the restack 😊