When I was a child, legend (aka my parents) tells that I spent hours upon hours by myself.
I wasn't an only child, my older sister was only two years older from me, but I preferred to spend most of my time reading, drawing, playing, in SOLITUDE.
I was never lonely, because I had my imagination, my mind to keep me company.
I enjoyed my solitude. I wasn't bored by it. I was rather 'born to it.'
Solitude was a safe haven, a shelter to my feelings, an anchor to them.
Solitude was in may ways - my very own bat cave.
I am no longer a child, and in many ways I have changed drastically since my younger days, but solitude has never changed its appearance to me. It was always and remains - a vocation of the soul.
So today, as I was pondering my love for solitude while I was - surprise, surprise - in solitude, I made up a word to describe the experience best: SOULITUDE.
My minutes and hours sitting down and writing this very blog - is a dive into 'soulitude.'
And maybe YOU, dear reader, maybe reading my words offers you some sense of SOULITUDE.
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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