Here’s what I’m learning this week:
I need more sleep than I usually allow myself. Much more.
Solitude really matters. I really need sufficient time away from people, projects, words – even from books. The longer I am alone, the more I am able to let go of all the ways I’m bracing myself, clinging on, holding back. The less obsessive I am. The more keenly alive. And I’m kinder – to myself and others – when I’ve had time to encounter myself more fully.
There is little that is more opening than a wide sky – whether blue with high clouds or speckled with stars.
And there is little that restores me to myself more than trees, silence, and the sea.