“Gerlach”

Our sacred aloneness is timeless and toneless yet speaks to us volumes in tears through the years. It pokes us and prods us to find the right one, the right place, the right time, and can play in our fears.

We’ve been told and conditioned to scoff at ourselves and believe that aloneness needs cures, though the truth of it is that aloneness is beautiful, ripe, fulfilling, and pure.

It is hard for the mind to let go of the need to have every gap bridged, all the rips mended and all the pain gone. It is hard to let go of the things from our past that once served us but can’t for too long. We can run but not hide from the feelings inside for the pain comes from seeds we have sewn, so the very best thing in the world we can do is to listen to life’s silent song.

In the age of unlimited contact, in the age of a new kind of dawn, on the precipice of moving ourselves forward again, we can’t care what the choir thinks is wrong. If we trust in ourselves and pursue what we feel in our hearts filled with passionate stones, we must transcend the notion of loneliness, and rename our aloneness as “home”.