Solitude.
It’s the place we sometimes shy away from to avoid being faced with our feelings of emptiness, brokenness, or shame.
Yet it’s also the only place we can truly discover who we are. To encounter our core in its unfettered beauty.
Perhaps it’s in this paradox of running toward while running away from solitude that we learn our own dance.
Because, like our unique fingerprints, what pulls and pushes will be different for each of us.
So I wonder what we might gain by learning to flow with its rhythm. And, paradoxically, what we might learn by exploring the dance together.
If this living well as human beings were easy, we’d have cracked it by now.
However, it’s not. But there is hope.