“The cure for loneliness is solitude.”
― Marianne Moore
I’ve found myself lonely for the first time in 30 years, as my youngest child hits the world running and my husband is frequently on business travel. It’s is often just me and the pets at home. So I dream up things to do and places to go, but I am usually disappointed. When I reach the event, I am find myself alone within a group. It seems so much harsher then, watching others with their friends or lovers, while I am alone. Yet when I am actually all by myself, I am settled. My companion is my oldest friend and frequent enemy, myself. In solitude, I am at peace, centered and still.
It sounds good until I come to the realization that it is heartfelt connection with others that keeps me going, and that isn’t anything I can do alone. It takes at least two. And so I’m trying to figure out how to make authentic friends, socialize, and get along. In some ways it’s effortless. In others, it’s much harder than it looks. But tonight, I’m settling for a book and a dog, perhaps with a parrot on my shoulder as well. They comfort and support me. Maybe another day I will brave the chaotic world; tonight I am at peace.