Thursday, August 11, 2016
hello there, friend,
when my kids were very young, books were my solace. reading was a way to escape the drudgery and repetition of those early years. books are still my go to for escapism, but they don't necessarily help me hear my own voice.
anne morrow lindbergh writes about motherhood and its complexities in her book, gifts from the sea. i remember reading it for the first time and realizing it wasn't just me that needed solace and time alone in order to connect with and hear my inner voice.
she writes that with all the demands of motherhood, home, and relationships, it's almost impossible to live a contemplative or creative life, there are too many distractions. she says the challenge is to strive for wholeness and balance despite this. she comes back to solitude over and over again, saying, "Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves."
i walked for a little while in the meadow across the street in the evening yesterday, wishing for more time. i listened to the crickets chirping, and felt a soft breeze on my skin. i meandered through the queen anne's lace and noticed the first goldenrod starting to bloom. a flock of robins passed overhead as chimney swifts flitted around them in circles. the sky turned pink behind the pines and i realized it had been weeks since i'd walked in the evening... grateful for the space and time to notice, i turned for home.