Do you ever crave your own company? Do you long for quiet and stillness? This is a sign you are due for some solitude. I get to a point where I don't want to talk to anyone. Below is a journal entry from just such a moment.
Today is different I only crave my own voice, the company of my own thoughts. Actually, I don’t even want to talk. I don’t want the voice that emerges from me to go into the world, in order to return through the outer ear. Even more insular than that. I want to keep the whole experience in me, not just between me and this pen. Yet I can feel something blooming on the edge of my consciousness, and if I stumble upon it I want a witness, so I can remember the trail and the insight later. So I will write. Even the smell and taste of tea is considered other than me, and I pause before extending its welcome. It is vanilla apricot white tea. It is gentle, and sweet. The coulds, flush with the horizon, are a darker grey and up in the trees-branches it is white. I hear something drumming or catching, water in the drainpipe from the night before? Maybe it’s the dreams from last night that have left me in this mood.
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