We enter solitude, in which also we lose loneliness…
True solitude is found in the wild places, where one is without human obligation.
One’s inner voices become audible. One feels the attraction of one’s most intimate sources.
In consequence, one responds more clearly to other lives. The more coherent one becomes within oneself as a creature, the more fully one enters into the communion of all creatures.**
We’re not into function alone; if we make something we want it to look good as well. It’s been a part of the human story since the beginning. And every one of us is capable of this.
We can fall into functional living, though. Pushed and rushed, we lose the beauty and don’t know where to find it again.
I can come across people who are not surprised by their talents and abilities, and I’m wondering whether they are seeing them from the perspective of function, when to see them as beautiful would catch their breath and set their heart racing a little faster.
When, in solitude, we identify the beauty that is ours, we’re able to bring this to others in many forms, with an imagination and creativity that swells and soars.
(Everything is Beautiful, written and performed by Ray Stevens.)
(**Wendell Berry quoted in Maria Popova’s Brain Pickings: Wendell Berry on Solitude and Why Pride and Despair are the Two Great Enemies of Creative Work.)