Isolation offered its own form of companionship: the reliable silence of her rooms, the steadfast tranquility of the evenings. The promise that she would find things where she put them, that there would be no interruption, no surprise. It greeted her at the end of each day and lay still with her at night.
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That’s a unique way to look at it. Thanks.
… as she lay still with her night, relinquishing smart phones and technology.
Wishing you solitude and peace David. 💛
Yes Val. Nice close. Good night. Dave
Jhumpa Lahir’si,, description true and beautiful…I understand the desire, need, and beauty of the companion of Isolation…and the grieving of isolation brought forth through loss…and I know that life is ever changing as we travel through this journey…adjusting, learning and apprenticing…
Beautiful. Yes.
Oh my God yes.
And no teenagers to come in and eff up her space…
Laughing.
I dunno why…🙄😎
Embracing the silence as a blanket…delicious
Ironic that I should read this tonight. My hubby is in New York for the week. I am enjoying the solitude. Perfect. Thank you, David. ☺☺
Smiling. The quiet, so wonderful. Thanks Patricia.
Truly, it is something, for me at least, which when coming to its end brings rejuvenation.
I’m still searching Peg.
Nothing quite like the tranquility of one’s own little nest….
It is all that. Especially for us introverts. But too much and for too long slides into loneliness and, for me, an agitation that must be fed.
For me it’s never too much, and can’t get enough. Like cake.
I get that. You have a life “outside” filled with people and pressure and interference. You have a family and responsibilities. Solitude has to be shoehorned into your life (to use a famous author’s phrase).
Laughing…