What's it like being alone? I guess I don't have much experience in that department in the last two years. Not being really alone anyway. The bathroom doesn't count. Neither does sleeping or showering. I mean, by myself with no kids or husband on the premises for more than thirty minutes. Just me and an empty house. Well, I'll be honest. It's eerily quiet and stone-cold still. Two things I'm not real used to.
But in the last ten days, I got some ah-mazing opportunities to be alone. (Check back soon for all the details on where I went and how the kids did.) So what did I do with my quiet stillness? I paid bills, clipped coupons, did wash, sent letters, watched exactly one tv program and caught up on blogging. Oh yes, I lived large in my temporary singleness. I had complete thoughts, organized and checked off to-dos. I caught up a teensy little bit. I was not a slave to nap time. I didn't worry about waking the babies or what was for breakfast. And I confess, I rather loved it. Not so much because time was mine. Or because of what I accomplished. I loved it for the reminder...
Bedrest makes you appreciate the freedom of movement. And wanting makes you appreciate having. Just like alone times remind me of how much I treasure togetherness. Well, that and they feel like a deep breath of pure oxygen after swimming underwater for too long: ) Every so often, a little respite of still silence helps me refocus on the fact that despite all that it demands of me, I want to be smack-dab in the middle of all the noise, action and needing. That I have always felt called to that place. And that it is my deepest honor and joy to reside there.
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