I learned to sit, in silence and solitude, at the end of my street, on Narragansett Bay, looking out and way, when I was young and questioned everything.
When the world was too much with me, I went to that place.
As I celebrated more birthdays I went less and less; and, finally, moved away to begin another part of my life.
Recently, I visited that street, again. I walked to the end of the street and looked out. The place I used to sit is no longer there. Nevertheless, I can bring it all back, as if it was the day before yesterday.
It’s come to my attentions that sitting in silence and solitude is, frequently, questioned, invaded and/or under suspicion in this society. Some folks just have to come up to you, say anything, and break that embrace of peace in which you were sitting. I don’t know why.
The long life lessons I learned as a young girl, sitting for hours sometimes, were to feel, with my entire spirit, to listen with an acutely tuned ear to the patterns of life and nature; and, most important, to stay open and be patient. I did not know then (only learned years later), I would come into the writing life and what lessons I already knew about feeling, listening, staying open, and patience.
I still question everything. I still create and/or find places where I can sit, in silence and solitude, and look out and away.
Where and how did you learn your life lessons?
Stay safe. Take care of yourself and each other.
photo credit: Jessan Dunn Otis (c) 2021