Yet alone.
All morning, alone, in solitude.
Walking the meadow, I step over a creek.
The long grass and the small stream are my companions.
Stepping over a tumbled old rock wall, the smell of shifted soil fills my nostrils.
The earth is my companion.
Climbing the path upward to a valley view, the wind whips at my garments.
The air is my companion.
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Never alone, though alone.
Thank you, Lord.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Can I enjoy this solitude?
Reading:
“I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.” — Henry David Thoreau
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“The earth has music for those who listen.” — George Santayana
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“The Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.” — Joshua 1:9 (KJV)
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