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Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude

Sometimes, I wonder if anyone will hear the words I speak towards the wall. Then again, can I really expect anyone to when I know no one will answer? Maybe I'm hoping for a spontaneous thought, an unexpected action that will lead me to a different room that's not filled with silence.

Parfois Algo était triste

"Parfois Algo était triste" est un adorable album jeunesse qui parle de la difficulté à se faire des amis.es. 💞

Illustré très tendrement aux tampons et dessins en noir et en couleur par l auteur.e Julie Martin-Cabetich et par les enfants qui ont participé à cet atelier des éditions d idées, ce petit livre de 20 pages nous propulse dans l enfance, dans ce qu elle a de plus terrible : la solitude, et de plus merveilleux : l imagination.

Spoiler alert : la page centrale est un pop up qui se déplie en grand ! Waaah ! C'est beau ! 🎆😍

Il est visible sur le site de l auteur.e https://juliemartincabetich.wordpress.com/home/editions/

Et vous pouvez le commander par mail à julie.martin-cabetich@laposte.net

Bonne lecture ! ;-)

- Mathilde Fauve

Me voilà

Immobile, atterrée

Quel mouvement pourrait me relancer ?

La faim ? L ennui ?

Des fourmis dans les pieds ?

Le ciel gris et froid

Ne fait rien pour m encourager

Il reste quelques châtaignes

Dures comme des chicots de grand-mère

Parmi les épluchures oubliées

Sur la gazinière

Une lettre à finir

Gît sur le fatras amoncelé

Le frigidaire est vide

Et l évier est bouché

Un bien beau dimanche s annonce en vérité...

Qu importe !

J'ai pour moi la blancheur des heures

Et du papier

Une solitude qui s apparente

À la liberté

Et l absolue souveraineté

Sur mes actes et mon oisiveté

- Mathilde Fauve

Si tu veux rester libre

Ne fais pas d’enfant

Ne prends ni crédit

ni femme, ni mari

ni aucun engagement à vie.

Et bénis ta solitude

- Mathilde Fauve

Pâques à la radio

“Le Christ est ressuscité”

Eglises fermées

— Mat Fauve

as the solitude comforts me,

the loneliness eats me up and

I let it.

I dine alone and I have no cutlery

to hold my appetite

as I attack this platter of death and misery

with my bare hands

and leave no crumbs.

Solitude, sunsets, and a fire pit

When I'm tired and dream about vacation, I imagine these vibes

- ( 🛹 )

𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦,𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰.𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪,𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰̀ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰.𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰...𝘕𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦.𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰,𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦.𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪̀...𝘔𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢̀ 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘢..𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦.𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦.

𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦.𝘚𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪.𝘔𝘪 𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪̀ 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰...𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘶̀ 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦..

𝘔𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘰 ??𝘎𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘥 𝘦̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘰̀.𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰,𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰.

𝘐𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦.𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦.𝘐𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢.𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰 ,𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘰.𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦.𝘓𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢,𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦...

𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦.𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘰.𝘓𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘰 𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘰.𝘔𝘪 𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪̀ 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘢̀ 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦̀ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘰,𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦...𝘕𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢̀..

𝘈 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘦 𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦.𝘓𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦..𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦,𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦̀ 𝘧𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰.𝘕𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘦̀ 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦,𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰.

𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰,𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘦..𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦.𝘔𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘪̀ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘪.𝘕𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦..𝘕𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦.

𝘛𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘰,𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰..𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰.𝘐𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰.𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘰,𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘢..

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘰̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰...

Space in between, the space around, the space in the mind.

Me and the other.

Le Guin forever

« I think what you mostly do when you find you really are alone is to panic. You rush to the opposite extreme and pack yourself into groups - clubs, teams, societies, types. You suddenly start dressing exactly like the others. It’s a way of being invisible. The way you sew the patches on the holes in your blue jeans becomes incredibly important. If you do it wrong you’re not with it. That’s a peculiar phrase, you know? With it. With what? With them. With the others. All together. Safety in numbers. I’m not me. […] I’m a popular kid. I’m my friend’s friend. […] I’m a member. […] You can’t see me, all you can see is us. We’re safe. And if We see You standing alone by yourself, if you’re lucky we’ll ignore you. If you’re not lucky, we might throw rocks. Because we don’t like people standing there with the wrong kind of patches on their jeans reminding us that we’re each alone and none of us is safe. »

— Ursula K. Le Guin, Very Far Away from Anywhere Else

She preferred most of all to live with flowers and music and to have a book, in quiet solitude

Hermann Hesse

that neuron activation feeling I get when Gethen is mentioned in a work of UKLG

just read Solitude, I need to cry and think

"What you are seeking, is also seeking you"

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Dear April

Hey there April. I see people all around me asking you to be nice with us. I ask for the same. 

January jumped away with violence… fire in its tail burning down the forests

February fled with the aftermath

March was marching with a virus that we all sat home

I wonder what you bring, April. I wonder.

Life seems dull with solitude. Staying home figuring out ways to kill time. With so much time in hand, I thought I’d get back to all the pending work. But locking me in, doesn’t work. 

I miss the monotony in life.

So be nice to me and everyone else, April. Be nice.

I’m not asking for more but to return my happiness with being able to do things I used to cringe about, complain about, cry about, argue about, the things that I wanted to run away from.

Take me back to the people, talking and doing something.

Take me from this closed room, my laptop and me.

Hey April, try being nice.

.・•☆・❥・•.✭・♡・❥・•.

"Who cares if one more light goes out? Well, I do."

"Can You feel the ghost inside me,

Can You feel the pain I hide?

If the night are cold

and You lose your way,

hold my hand when

the dark don't fade..."

Chester Bennington was more than just a voice—he was a lifeline for those who felt unheard. His words carried our pain, his voice gave us strength, and his music became a home for the broken. No More Tomorrow is a heartfelt tribute to the legend who shaped a generation, blending his soul-stirring sound with an ambient and emotional instrumental.

Though he's no longer with us, his music will never fade. His voice will never be silenced. His legacy will live on in our hearts forever. 🖤

•.¸♡ ♡¸.•

"We reach home in many ways: music, art, desert, forest, sunrise, solitude... Whatever revivifies balance is essential. That is home."

-Clarissa Pinkola

・❥・♡꙳𓂃𓂂*•.¸♡❦

Collage by me.

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5 Steps to Embracing Your Loneliness

Loneliness is something most people try to avoid. But being alone is an inevitable part of life. It happens to everyone at some time or another. It is important to be able to separate solitude from loneliness and to understand what is behind your feelings so you can embrace being alone.

   1. Work Out the Root Cause of Your Fear of Loneliness Some scientists believe loneliness is a basic emotion on a par with fear and anger. For millions of years, survival relied on being part of a group; being alone was risky. But now, a fear of loneliness can keep us in toxic relationships, unfulfilling jobs, and bad marriages. Identify what’s behind your fear of loneliness, and you can start to work on it.

   2. Learn to Understand your Loneliness Loneliness comes in many different guises. It can be temporary situational loneliness where you find yourself without company or help. Or you can be going through a life crisis that results in more extended social isolation. A relationship breakdown, losing your job, or being seriously ill can all make you feel completely cut off from love and support.

   3. Appreciate Solitude Solitude is quite a different state from loneliness. Artists, philosophers, and writers over the centuries have sought out solitude to think deeply and widely and to create their best work. Solitude can be a comfort in an overcrowded life. When you are by yourself, you can expand into being your true self.

   4. Confront your Deepest Fears Loneliness can be a product of the fundamental fear of separation that goes back to infancy. Separation means being vulnerable, having no one to rely on except yourself. This is the loneliness that realizes that in the end, there is nothing between you and the stars, no one to rescue you. That sort of existential fear can be scary. What are your deepest fears about being lonely? Identify them, acknowledge them, and take away some of their power over you.  

   5. Use Self-Actualizing Practices to Overcome Loneliness Techniques like yoga, tai chi, and meditation can help you reconnect with your deepest self. Sitting alone in meditation separates you from the negative thought spirals and feelings that can make you feel so miserable.

A loving-kindness meditation practice can help you replace feelings of separation with feelings of love and connection. Give it a try:

Sit quietly and focus on your breath.

Breathe in, think ‘May I be happy.’ Breathe out, think ‘May I be loved.’ Breathe in, think ‘May all my suffering be healed.’ Breathe out, think ‘May I be at peace.’

Eventually, repeat the mantra, thinking of people who may be lonely at this time, replacing ‘I’ with ‘you.’

Finish by sending positive thoughts to all beings and repeating ‘May all beings be happy. May all beings be loved. May the suffering of all beings be healed. May all beings be at peace.’

This simple practice helps you feel connected to all of life whenever you do it.

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