For me, the period of time at twilight, when I'm coming out of sleep into wakefulness is a perfect time of solitude. It's when solutions and stories, or the very phrase I'd been seeking, come to me. Themes rise and kinks work out. Often, I'm driven to my journal to get ideas down before too many other thoughts or noises intrude.
Sometimes I linger, soaking up the drowsiness, hearing only my breath or the furnace come on. I can stretch the time to 7:13, two minutes before NPR blasts into the bedroom. Now I love NPR, but there are times when I want to keep my own thoughts rather than to have extraneous voices in my head. In these days of technological and noise bombardment, it does wonders for me to have a bit of quiet time. The silence feeds me.
Occasionally, solitude is forced on us -- not of our choice. We may be at a loss for awhile as we grow accustomed to it. But, when we have the opportunity for solitude or silence, we are better able to hear who we are.
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