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.
