I spend the entire morning sitting upright in bed, surrounded by friends in the form of words, doing my best to hold my head still. I sip ice water and swallow Gravol as the essential oil diffuser on my bedside table hums a healing, and fragrant, tune. I pray, mumbling words aloud, because to form them
Dare I take another day at home? Another day with the comfort of a new book, penning a few words in my Moleskin, tapping out a few more on my laptop? Dare I resist the pull to return to society for one more day? I have things to do, and a timeline in which to
. . . the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people. Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One Thunk, thunk, thunk. The rhythmic percussion of the knife on the wooden cutting board is a meditative addition to the quiet Christmas Spotify playlist music coming through the Bose speaker. I’m
There is no doubt that solitude is a challenge and to maintain balance within it a precarious business. But I must not forget that, for me, being with people or even with one beloved person for any length of time without solitude is even worse. I lose my center. I feel dispersed, scattered, in pieces.
It's just the most amazing thing to love a dog, isn't it? It makes our relationships with people seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal. John Grogan, Marley and Me: Life and Love With the World's Worst Dog I’m taking Maya for a walk before bed. We’re walking up and down unfamiliar streets, then over,