As of this moment, nearly twenty hours and counting, I had no personal communication with anyone. Crazy as it might sound, I refrained (intentionally) to talk to anyone, giving all my time to myself, enveloping my world in a bubble where nothing could penetrate.
I had help, naturally. A long power outage forced me to stay outside for the duration. It was not difficult to lose myself to everyone. The nearly forested surrounding at home proved a favorable site to commune with Nature.
No internet (a genuine sacrifice), no writing (sigh), no food (stomach whining) and only water (thankfully) took me to a somewhat cleansing experience. It was an unplanned effort, an out of the blue notion, perhaps brought about by the thought of another month ending.
I don’t feel alone. In fact, I could hear people calling out to me earlier, checking on me, on why I became suddenly scarce from sight. I saw several of my godchildren searching through the orchard as if dismayed for not finding me, unseen in my hide and seek adventure. I could only smile from where I hid.
My last post explained it. I wanted to be my own island, separate from the rest of the world, for a time, that is. I needed to think, consult my muses, ask Nature, listen to whispers.
Tomorrow, I’ll be back to my former self. But, rejuvenated somewhat.
People will wonder why I did it. I am sure you are wondering why. 🙂
Just checking if I was still part of the human race. And, like my favorite grunge band’s front man shouted out loud, “I’m still alive!”