There's a difference between having time to yourself and being all alone. Being all alone means that you are alone... no one around you... not a soul. That kind of aloneness is not always welcome. Having time to yourself means time with no interruptions. It doesn't necessarily mean that there is no one about. It just means that you get lots done. Sometimes you can be alone in a very crowded room and not get any time to yourself. Sometimes you can have not a soul in sight and get nothing done. Sometimes you can get something done and feel very much alone. But every now and again there comes a moment when all comes together and it is sweet when it happens.... all is quiet, there's not a soul around and you are thinking like an automaton and everything comes together so that suddenly you get lots done.... whether it be thinking up new ideas or actually, physically getting things done... it all comes together and suddenly you are superman. For me the best part of my day is those first few hours when I am fresh and clear minded and full of vim and vigor. I love this time of year because it coaxes me out of bed to sunshine and birdsong. I watch the alpacas getting up from their night of stiffness in the hay to stretch and face the sun, nibble hay for a while and bump noses together. The dogs are playful chasing each other around the yard and warm tea in my hands steams so nicely waking me up slowly. And best of all, best of all there are blue skies all around me and I am alone.
At the moment it is just a little too early to go out on the deck... There is still frost all around and I am just wearing a simple nightgown. It is certainly too cold to be so exposed. But in a week or two when the night time temperatures don't dip quite so low I will wake and take my tea to the deck... there I will put in a little fire and await the company of my family. But during those moments of solitude, no doubt I will appreciate the world around me and thank heavens that I am here.... it will be a time of pleasurable activity. Maybe I will burn a tile for the ceiling of the sunroom as I sip my tea.... maybe I will spin a little, maybe I will just be alone with my thoughts. Either way that early morning solitude is something for which I feel very grateful. It doesn't mean that I don't love my family... or company for that matter... it just means that I enjoy my own company... and I guess that's not such a bad thing....
Hope you are having a day to remember and enjoy and that you are enjoying a little solitude, if you want it, too.
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