The great omission in American life is solitude; not loneliness, for this is an alienation that thrives most in the midst of crowds, but that zone of time and space, free from the outside pressures, which is the incubator of the spirit. ~Marya Mannes
When I think of this moment, this sunrise, I remember that incredible sensation of individual adventure - just me, crouched in thick tufts of wavy grass, greeting the day in the most reverent form that I know. Realizing, with a kind of heart-pounding excitement, that I was on my own in a strange land. That I could go anywhere I wanted there. I could go forth in any direction, get lost, and find myself again. I could speak volumes to myself that no one would hear. I could cry, or laugh at will, with only myself to hold accountable. I could let beauty flood my senses, let it push out any pain that the year had brought, let it fill me instead with a heady clarity of mind and heart.
In such places, you realize that life is too short to not let it fill you constantly with awe and hope. In a place like that, forgiveness comes easy, and you're only allowed to see the best in people, and only allowed to hold on to the sweetest of memories. And after that realization, having turned another corner, experienced another sunrise, stumbled across another wonder in this strange land... you can let all those thoughts loose. Let them rock out to sea on the white crest of a wave. What's left is not loneliness, but a solitude swirling with equal parts peace, equal parts tingling excitement.
If joy could be wild, mine was.
And Happy Fence Friday :-)