NOTES TO MYSELF - by Hugh Prather

 

NOTES  TO  MYSELF    by  Hugh  Prather It is sometimes said that each of us is ultimately alone. This idea is compelling not because of birth and death, but because so often our moments alone seem more true, more real.   I need solitude like I need food and rest, and like eating and resting, solitude is most healing when it fits the rhythm of my needs.  A rigidly scheduled aloneness does not nourish me.  Solitude is perhaps a misnomer.  To me, being alone means togetherness - the re-coming-togetherness of myself and nature, of myself and being, the reuniting of myself with all other selves.   Solitude especially means putting the parts of my mind back together, unifying the pieces of my mind back together, unifying the pieces of myself scattered by anger and fear, until I can once again see that the little things are little and the big things are big.