New Year's Day. Time to start looking forward after 40 posts looking back. Last year held its share of solitude, even in the midst of friends and family. When I’m depressed, I often get to a place where I feel the need to un-people for a while, partly for my own good and partly for theirs.
But it’s a new year now. A year to rebuild. A year to shake off the darkness. It’s time for more, and less. A time for more of what nourishes me – foods, activities, people – and less of what drains me.
It’s time to relax. Time to enjoy. Time to focus on the oh-so-much-good that I don’t ever experience a lack. Time to move, and make music, and savour. And, every now and then, still a little time for solitude, of the less isolating kind. Soft. Gentle. Happy. Healthy.