Sometimes I like to leave my little solitary retreat and venture down the hill. All the things I like to do alone are precious: contemplation and meditation, painting, reading and writing. (Notwithstanding some interludes with Korean drama.) I can become quite the hermit when I have the opportunity.
But down around the corner is my friend. We make tea and conversation, share medicine and cookies, laugh and tell stories, reminisce and make plans.
But eventually, I return to my hermitage, my solitary silent mind, to think and then not-think, to sleep, and rise again for another day.
3 comments:
Fellow hermit here, so I definitely get it!
It's funny how people who know me think I'm so social. They just don't get that yes, I CAN be very social, but only because I've spent so much time being a hermit that I finally crave other people.
Then I go right back to hermit mode.
:)
Of course, I also like to play god! Hence the little landscapes. I did notice that the bridge from the hermitage was sort of backwards, the rail should be on the outside; I have since rearranged that.
I think people who cannot "go hermit" are just as pitiful as those who cannot be social. Although the older I get, the more eremetic I get.
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