Sarah stretches as she steps outside into the crisp autumn air for her daily solo walk. But today, even the vibrant fall foliage seems dreary. She trudged down the wooded trail, a heavy feeling in her chest. The alone time that had rejuvenated her now leaves Sarah feeling hollow and melancholy. Her footsteps echo…
In our hyper-connected world, solitude has become a lost art. Yet history shows us that time alone can renew the spirit and reveal our inner wisdom. Sarah slumps over her textbook, exhaustion washing over her. She’s only halfway through her reading for class tomorrow, but can’t absorb another word. It’s 11pm on a Friday…
“Alone one is never lonely: the spirit adventures, waking In a quiet garden, in a cool house, abiding single there; The spirit adventures in sleep, the sweet thirst-slaking When only the moon’s reflection touches the wild hair. There is no place more intimate than the spirit alone: It finds a lovely certainty in the evening…
