Soulful Silence

As if I needed any confirmation... today has only solidified in my mind just how crucial alone time is for me. And not the I'm going to go hang out in another part of the house by myself, or the baby is napping and I've got the whole downstairs to myself brand. Like, really truly alone. Able to scream at the top of my lungs without alerting anyone if I wanted to, alone. And generally being that form of alone seems to cure said urge to scream. But again... I could. And that is what matters.

I love people. I love being around people. I really. truly. do. I especially love my husband and my son. They light up my world. But, the fact remains. I can only continue on for so long, in a sane fashion, while being constantly connected. Sometimes what I need is silence. And when the silence gets to be too much, music. Which to me is a different form of silence. A beautiful soul lifting silence. Even ground.

I can think. Clearly. The fog lifts... peace settles in. Even a small dose (but not an hour or two small) can carry me on into a week, even a month of constant interaction with a better head on my shoulders. Refreshed. Rejuvenated. Reawakened. Rekindled... that fire of self back and burning strongly.

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The thing about it however that is so healing to me is quite a paradox; sometimes I must force myself to be physically alone to really truly know that I am never, ever spiritually alone. It takes quite to hear the most powerful voice of all... over the noise of my mind.

Truth is... I am not alone. And neither are you. Settle into the warmth of that knowledge for a moment, soak it in. Breathe deep. And move forward feeling more alive.

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