Hiking this morning, I looked out at the water. Always do that. I live on a point in a bay.
This time, there was nothing to be seen in the water. (On Canadian Thanksgiving, I saw two humpback whales; usually just see seals and birds).
But then up popped a loon. Then another. Then another. Four in total. One had a fish in its beak when it came up.
Down again they went, sometimes together, sometimes alone.
When they were down under the water, you wouldn’t even know they were there. They popped back up with food in their mouths.
See where I’m going with this analogy?
Alone time is sometimes pooh-poohed because it doesn’t look productive. It looks like you’re doing nothing, or aren’t there at all.
But you return fed.
Solitude feeds me.
What does solitude do for you?
Does it give you peace? creativity? insight?
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