On fertile solitude


As I've processed some big transitions this winter (love, loss, grief, death, new beginnings, and fresh affirmations), solitude has been a beautiful grounding tool. A piece by psychoanalyst Adam Phillips struck a deep chord within. 

"A fertile solitude is a benign forgetting of the body that takes care of itself… A productive solitude, the solitude in which what could never have been anticipated appears, is linked with a quality of attention." 

I'm grateful for everything that increases my presence, draws me in to process, and lets the body be.