In Celebration of Small Things: A Dose of Solitude

In Celebration of Small Things: A Dose of Solitude

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“All man’s miseries derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room alone.” ~ Blaise Pascal

“When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not properly value the only companion we will have from birth to death—ourselves.” ~ Eda LeShan

As you probably have gathered from past posts, I’ve been have a marvellous time in France. Much of my energy has gone into the mental area of life, as I’ve tried to understand French speakers and in turn make myself understood, Aussie accent permitting. But now I’ve landed in a more isolated situation, without the presence of friends to engage in conversation. It’s a stunningly beautiful part of the country, which each day comes more alive with colour and aroma. There’s no TV or lounge to lounge on, just three upright chairs and two cushions. In comparison with my two  previous house sits, the unrenovated farmhouse is rustic and demands my adjustment. But in the short time I’ve been here Ive’started to let go of the mental fatigue of speaking another language, much as I love to learn and speak French.

The rusticity has also encouraged me to release certain things like ironing my clothes

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or wearing jewellery —there’s really no need for that when I walk down to feed the horses in the paddock.
But the biggest bonus has been the mental downtime: my meditation is deeper, sleep longer, dreams clearer. Not that I’m completely isolated, the neighbours are close-by and I occasionally meet others, locals or pilgrims, when walking. But for all this wonderful letting go I’ve become aware of one stark and shocking fact :I’ll  be back in Australia at the beginning of June.
How could two months evaporate so quickly?  So again I’m presented with the opportunity to consciously make the most of the solitude-and on returning to Australia start planning my next trip to France

But wait! There’s a knock on the door, its my neighbour who tells me he has a group of pilgrims staying overnight and one of them is Australian. Would I like to join them after dinner?  Curiosity wins and my solitude is interrupted-for an hour or so.

8 thoughts on “In Celebration of Small Things: A Dose of Solitude

  1. Getting back to nature is so therapeutic and not watching TV reveals maybe how many hours we while away our life, sitting in front of the box, rather than experiencing life? You obviously have had such a wonderful time in France but going home will also have many positive points as well and be something to celebrate too 🙂
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  2. What fabulous pictures! I have no problems with solitude, perhaps because I was an only child living in the backwoods for 9 yrs till my little brother came along. My husband hates being alone. He was the 4th child in a close-knit family of 5 children and the family lived in a small apartment. Enjoy your solitude, the horses, and the occasional Australian visitor!

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  3. How was the Pilgrim dinner?…… I really enjoyed this post, and alors!!! you are going home already…..
    Loneliness / Solitude – I really like the way you see the positive in life, I will try and look at my current situation as that. Living in a city with 7.2million others, and yet being lonely, has been the biggest lesson – I never thought it would happen.
    Safe trip home – and what is your next adventure?

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    1. Hi Cherer, its taken me years and many experiences to appreciate the difference between lonliness and solitude. When I meditate, I feel deeply connected to myself and others even though Im far away. Being surrounded by 7 million people would be a challenge for sure!

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