Thank God for this solitude.

Some days, I want to be deeply alone. Maybe not entire days, but definitely there are moments. There is an exhaustion in so much loving, when you spend your days loving the people that you don't know, being in love with all of those you do, feeling the miracle of a kind stranger, reaching deeply for the kindness in those who are more obviously unkind... all this reaching... sometimes, days and days consumed of this life.... it leads to moments like these where I value the songs and the silence between them, the quiet of my little room, the sweetness in the setting sun and the barely there of the family just outside my door. I know I am well loved, and I am grateful for the company, for the constant awareness of the good motion between all of us, for being the kind of person who appreciates others deeply. But sometimes, I love being alone so much that it frightens me. These are the moments I am reminded, not only of being human, but of being an artist. Essentially conflicted, delicately constructed.