Who is in the Room?

I think being in a space of reflection and very commonly grief, is a process of entering within. Entering my own “adult aloneness” as David Whyte reminds me. It´s something I have now done so many times, that I am very well familiarized with who is in the room. First of all, there are not many creatures allowed inside my mind. There just isn´t much space for many. Mostly because my current feelings consume so much space that vague and shadowly folks are not allowed entry.

In fact, feeling grief is kind of like entering a well-lit room where most of the furniture has been removed. Or a sentence with as few words a possible. There not much space. But what that means is that the few voices serve as a type of echo chamber. I am not looking for feedback, support, or otherwise to even be seen. I just want to be alone. It helps me. I am not afraid of spending time alone, despite enjoying other humans a lot. But this is not their time. I would rather just sit by the pool and write. I would rather not think about my personal life. I would rather hear about other people. Whatever.