Of the many cycles in nature and in life, there is time for engagement and a time for solitude. But for me in this cycle of my life, when I can get away from the day job, solitude is pure enchantment.
On my walks I am usually accompanied by intermittent silence, birds singing, distant cattle noises, a tractor somewhere. I pause and visualise the other worker, also out in the fields, listen to his thoughts.
A lakeside woodland grotto draws me in, a dark bird rustles in the reeds.
My neighbour Dots has her sheep and her 4 dogs. I have my camera and my reverie. A few moments of solitude in a giant soup of activity, a great porridge of being, this world that I am just a teeny weeny part of.
But alone? No, I am learning that we are never really alone.