This evening, after a day of mindfulness and meditation I will listen more closely to the roost, I may even move myself to be closer to the action
Yet for now my mind is engaged in thoughts of how we seek out conversation; as though the interior being cannot trust itself to survive alone, or even be alone
My own defence from this fear of solitude is reading and writing, eating and drinking, bathing, and then preparing for the day that lies ahead
I have called it solitude yet already I have a certainty that the name is mistaken, or that the word is unduly heavy with too negative a connotation
What I wished to express, for myself, was the silent joy that exists within; a joy of silence that cries out for extending the times of pure peace
I am mindful that the path of my own words is often distracted by the delusory emotions of the moment; yet they are such a wonderful pleasure that I seek them out o so often
