I am, innately, drawn to stillness & solitude.
I love to go to nature alone. read five books beside a window. meditate & pray until I feel like I’m floating.
but in the last couple of years, I’ve had more moments of restlessness & more coping through distraction. submerging myself in crowded places. finding anyone else’s heavy heart to breathe into.
today, I stayed home. sat in disruptive silence. resisted the urge to get in the car. cooked myself a meal. allowed the anger. turned a light on for the seeking. said, “it’s okay, baby, take your time.”
are you taking your time? giving yourself space? loving yourself unconditionally?