Solitude and Company

Sometimes we wish to be alone in the midst of the birdsongs and and the revelry. At other times, another human voice will join the chorus and we will sing together. The burbling brook - our words falling with greater care on expectant ears. We breathe in. The air, sweeter and more full than in Winter,  supplies our lungs with fresh fuel for expression.

When I was a child, I would imagine myself some great explorer in these places. My eyes scan the forrest bed in nostalgic imaginings - mixed with grownup concerns. Sometimes the child prevails. I exhale and the tension flows with it.

We need these moments. Yet we often rush past them, searching for something. Why? We seem to feel a great need to fill the spaces in between the trills and gusts with noise of our own making. We are restless when we find a moment of reflection.

"Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay field to field, till there be no place, that they may be placed alone in the midst of the earth!"

Perhaps if we stay just a little longer, that restlessness will melt into something far more valuable.








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