I have always enjoyed my own company, never more so than now. As a teenager I could be incredibly lonely to the point of feeling physical pain. I literally ached from it and, like most teenagers, time passed so slowly, so it seemed never ending.
As a grown up, I am never lonely. There is always someone to speak to and many opportunities and activities in which to participate. These days it is sometimes difficult to find time for myself, so when I do, I savor every moment. I love taking long walks in nature and I see and appreciate everything. I find the solitude inspirational and it helps my writing. I even capture photos along the way of things that I find interesting. Solitude is very precious to me.
Sacred solitude A gift of silence from noise Time for renewal
She knew this was her destiny but she felt frozen in time. What was her purpose? She was surrounded by flora twinkling in the moonlight. She was dressed so beautifully in her dreamy dress but her wings had been perfectly clipped. She couldn’t even fly.
Angel in waiting She balanced in suspension In floral splendor
January was named for Janus, the God of new beginnings and gateways, who had two faces. One looking back to the old year and the other looking forward to the new year. It is tradition that we cast away the trappings and events of the previous year and look forward to the new one with hope.
I think that could be an unattainable goal. If you have experienced great joy over the Christmas holiday then you are absolutely coming down from a love and food high and the New Year can be a non event. If your year starts with sorrow, you will experience misery every January thereafter.
January holds little excitement in the Northern Hemisphere. Cold, snow and freezing weather for most. Even in a sub tropical climate like Florida it can be chilly. I often wonder if those living in the Southern Hemisphere experience the same feeling in July. Hmmmmm!
This Haiku best describes my feeling every January.
Sunshine does not come The Sky is grey and moody A feeling of gloom
We all wait for something every day. Whether it’s the coffee brewing or standing in line at the grocery store. It’s a way of life, and to me, it is not a big deal, but many can’t abide waiting.
I have plenty of patience and never more so than when I was pregnant. The wait of nine months was an incredible journey of learning! Each trimester having its own special identity and feeling. Then at the end is priceless and precious gift!
Although we tend to look at a transition as something in forward motion and progressing, it can also represent a backward motion. Personally I found a difficult transition was forcing myself to look back and face old demons that had been allowed to shape my life. It was only by confronting them and choosing to do things differently that I could freely transition to a better place.