December 2, 2011 § 2 Comments
Sometimes it’s needed; other times it’s forced upon us. Stephen King said that alone is “the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.”
So for those moments when aloneness is inevitable, I appreciate these words by Canadian poet Tanya Davis, who very simply and gracefully shows the life still present in solitude, the removal of lonely from alone, which made it so awful.
This solitary evening, I am reading a collection of contemporary fairy tales, My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me (not as gruesome as it sounds – but a great title, yes?), baking bread with cardamom and orange juice, and grooving to Kitty, Daisy, and Lewis because as Tanya says, “the way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting.”
What solitary activities will you partake in this weekend?
(Image credit here.)