Carrie Link

SOLITUDE, HERE I COME!

I'm leaving today for a week of solitude. A. Whole. Week. Just me, myself and I.

Well, that's not actually true. The deer will be there.

And the blue jays, quail and hummingbirds.

And my deities, Quan Yin, Shiva and Buddha.

And the quiet.

And the smells of juniper, pine and fresh, desert air.

And the sounds of the beautiful fountain outside, that I will be able to hear now that the weather is nice enough to open wide the front door.

And the tinkling of the wind chimes, front and back of the house.

And in the quiet of the morning, before the doors are opened, before the fountain is plugged in, before all that, I will hear only the hum of the refrigerator and the murmurings of my soul.

Finally.