The transition of power in this country is something to behold.
As we move out from under the worst President in my memory, we embrace hope – the greatest hope we’ve felt since the early 1960’s. I can feel it in my bones that, at some level, we all feel hopeful.
On this momentous day, I’m home sick – again. Bronchitis and strep throat have taken a severe toll. I sometimes wonder if anyone would notice if I just slipped away.
Loneliness is taking it’s toll as well.
It is not the same kind of loneliness I imagined I’d feel as I truly enjoy my own company and relish the solitude. Solitude is soul nurturing.
It is a spiritual loneliness torturing my mortality now. Many souls have crossed my path, many have connected in a profound, yet temporary way.
Some would say it is me who drives others away – that has been true.
This time of soul nurturing solitude is required if I am to heal. So be it.