Ever since moving to the country, solitude has taught me so many wonderful things. When I was constantly bombarded by the strong feelings of others, being an empath, it was hard to seperate other energies from my own. I found myself taking on the feelings of others as mine, and straining my mind to untangle them- with distractions. It was so easy to say what I really didn’t mean, do things that weren’t myself. But since moving up here and working two caregiving jobs, I have found true peace with all the things that make me myself, thanks to solitude. Thanks to being able to simply take a walk alone for a few hours, to take a drive down some scenic route, or sit on my chateau and watch the stars over the vineyards. I could feel the people passing through my inner sanctum, and I let them pass, because I am me.

Lately, I sense so much anger. People have become very lonely. It hurts me to see so many people fighting with each other over what is the right way to live. That age-old battle of good versus evil. They believe they have the best intentions, but its a cry of loneliness. Of indecision. You want to be surrounded by “you”, so you can feel safe; and that’s very human. But can’t we just give thanks for all the infinite possiblities out there? Can’t we just do and share our stories together, without applying right and wrong? Because trying to find the right way to live has only made me dizzy. All I want is to share my story, and to hear yours, and be thankful.