Finding Oneself in Solitude Long stretches of time alone in the past year or so, though challenging, have allowed much to come to light. Unfettered recognition of illusion, pain, strength, truth. Uneasy wonderings of who remembers, where to fit, what is next when, how, if to re-emerge. Sometimes so clear, other times just out of focus. Branching moments of suspension create currents of gratitude for love let in, comfort in quiet company, hope of candid connection. Valid, vital, revealing, redeeming – finding oneself in solitude. (This poem originally appeared i
Women's Spiritual Poetry