The holiday season seems to be a good time to revisit the importance of solitude.
Don’t get me wrong: I’ve truly been enjoying the lights and music of the season, family traditions (oh, those homemade perogies at our Christmas Eve feast!), the joy of watching 4-year old Everly Rose embrace in equal measure the arrival of Santa and the Baby Jesus story, out-of-town visitors, and the seasonal open-heartedness one encounters even from passing strangers in the Village.
But I’m physically craving some delicious solitude right about now. . . Continue reading “Craving post-holiday solitude”