I wish we could be slow to wake each morning – up early but start each day at our own pace. Without the pressure of catching a school bus, making packed lunch or jumping in the car, we curl around each other in our big bed of mattresses on the floor – children and adults. We let the dogs out, light the fire, make coffee, boil eggs, chop ginger for smoothies, make toast and dippy eggs and read a bit. Time is more elastic. Each one of us immersed in our own activity, we find flow and harmony, space to think and dream a bit.
“I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls.”
The luxury of solitude is rare. This cottage is full. There are six of us, often considerably more, three dogs and, Whisper, the black cat. It’s unusual to be alone here, to move about the house to a singular rhythm. Some of us need more time to be reflective and to withdraw from the lovely chaos of family life.
I’m reading Susan Cain’s book ‘Quiet’ The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking. It speaks to the part of me that always thought I would grow out of my need to be alone sometimes – to retreat to my bed to read, to escape huge parties and small talk, to walk at dusk, to make things and talk to myself. I love community but I do my best creative work alone. I love to dance into the night to big tunes, to stonking tunes, and then hide in my tent. I love the village pub on a Friday evening if I know I can run down the dark lane to a quiet house.
Reading ‘Quiet’ has revealed to me that my struggle is not because I’m anti-social, simply introverted. It has offered me reassurance and the tacit support and voice of millions of other people who feel the same. http://www.thepowerofintroverts.com/
Posted by Louisa Thomsen Brits on 8 June 2012