Living in Thistle, one of our challenges, especially in inclement weather, is to find personal solitude. We've joked about living butt-to-butt, but sometimes it is no joke. Both the man and the dog need to move if I want to change activities or positions.
We knew, before entertaining the idea of life-on-Thistle, that one of our challenges would be to overcome feeling like canned shrimp. However, it's one thing to think about the shrimp-can-as-my-home, it's another to live it.
In looking for a way to indulge our reclusive impulses, up popped my ankle. Huh? Ankle? Reclusive impulses? What do they have in common? What they have in common is this: I cannot engage in the long hikes Ed would like to do, so if he doesn't stick around camp because of my limitations, we both have time alone. Ha, why did this take us 86 days to figure out?
Today it was just the two of us...
We walked along the road, keeping Benton off the trails and legal...
We looked up at Grey Cliffs, where Ed was hiking...
We discovered sweet little flowers along the way...
And then we hung out in camp, hidden in the pines...
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"I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over
the solitude of the other."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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Sounds like a good solution. Love the post. - Leslie
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