Although my children are no longer tiny babies, there isn’t a whole lot of child-free leisure going on. My days are usually pretty fragmented with little time for recuperation when needed. But once in a great while, I find myself alone, seeking solitude within. Moments of clarity occur in the grocery isle, the shower and the trips home from acupuncture. Inner silence is often found while walking down a busy street. And when those fleeting moments in my own space and time are over, I’m convinced that I return to the people I love a better person because of them.
|Today took me to a beautiful lunch alone, in NYC’s Bryant Park.|