Alone by choice…solitude

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Cascades National Recreation Trail, Giles County, Virginia


“Solitude: Being alone without any regrets, sadness, or depression. Not to be confused with ‘loneliness,’ where you are by yourself but long for the companionship of others.”

– The Urban Dictionary






I am an only child. I grew up alone, but I wasn’t lonely. I actually preferred being alone, playing by myself in my own imaginary world.

As an adult, I cherish the time I spend alone, especially on a scenic hike. Being in the woods fills me with create energy. And, being in solitude restores my center.


Bliss is…

…a cat in the sun.

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Don’t tell me cats don’t realize how cute they are… Birdie knows…

Free of an ego, animals just live in the moment. I took these photos a few years ago and I still get a wave of gooey-ness in my belly when I see these pictures. It’s as if their bliss is washing over me and I’m there in the sun with them without a care in the world.

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So warm…Birdie (left) and Baby (right) soaking up the sun




So, I’m starting enjoy walking around on my lunch hour taking photos. Maybe three weeks of photo-blogging will result in a new healthy habit.

It’s funny how I’m finding the best pictures on my way back to the office. This one has a wonderful contrast of the rustic-feeling wooden dock and the industrial city skyline.


The horizontal orientation above. And some more water images below, cause I couldn’t help myself…

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Home is where…

…the books, wine, cats are.

My home is in flux now. I’m moving in with my boyfriend at the end of this month. My apartment is becoming less and less home, but my boyfriend’s house hasn’t quite become home yet.

So, how does one define home when it’s in transition? What does home really mean?

When I was in high school, I used to sketch partial faces with sad eyes captioned with “I want to go home.” I would say it under my breath throughout the day. It became my mantra. One day, I walked through my front door, heaved my book-bag to the floor and said, “I want to go home.” This woke me up in a way. I was home, but I still wanted to go home. So, where did I really want to be? I realized then that home wasn’t a physical place, but a state of mind. When my heart and mind were at peace, I was truly home.

My world is in upheaval again. Not so much due to teen-angst, but the stress of paring down, getting a new space ready for all my stuff and getting all my stuff ready to move has me thinking about home and what it means.

Since taking a photo of my physical home is not an option, I decided to snap a pic of the things that bring me comfort. I had wanted to show a cup of tea or cocoa, but all my mugs are already moved. I had enough forethought to keep a few bottles of wine here. Thankfully, one of my cats (Birdie) decided she needed to get in on the action and added the warmth needed.

Lastly, for any book geeks out there, here’s a list of the titles in the photo. These all have special meaning to me and contributed to the breadth and color of my imaginary world.

  • Flutterby, Stephen Cosgrove
  • The Oversoul Seven Trilogy, Jane Roberts
  • Emir’s Education in the Proper Use of Magical Powers, Jane Roberts
  • Virtual Mode – Book One, Piers Anthony
  • Night Mare, Piers Anthony (not shown)

If you keep the feeling of home in your heart, you will always have peace, love and joy.