Solitude in Snow

 

"Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead

branches: yet it sends our living roots deeper into

the living heart of the living earth."

Kahlil Gibran

And I am here again, drenched in loneliness that even though heavy, does not even begin to keep me warm. I wander across the snow ladened land captured by my frozen thoughts and broken by my cold heart. I embody solitude filled with my passion for writing and creative efforts. It is loneliness that breaks my spirit.

There can be discovery in solitude, a self-awakening. Without worldly distractions, I can become one with my spirit and feel my soul fly. Then eventually without a sense of connection, being alone can rip solitude apart. Questions without accompanying answers plague my quietude.

When I return to the solitude of nature, walk upon the ground, listen to the birds and small animals, I begin to remember who I am. It is in the midst of trees that connection with the earth grows so strong that I am willing to return and face life once again. Knowing I can overcome this sense of despair, I find words to usher me back home.