I really liked the poem, especially the comparison to the ancient Australian walkabout. I had to look up what it meant, and I’m always happy when I learn something new. Thank you.
I read this like solitude pulled up a chair, crossed its legs, and went, “Okay, let’s talk,” but in the gentlest way possible. I kept smiling at how it isn’t painted as lonely or cold—it feels more like a quiet friend who never interrupts and somehow always knows when to show up... The lighthouse image made my brain go ohhh, and the idea of learning life through watching and imagining felt strangely cozy, like growing up sideways but still growing right. By the end, I didn’t feel heavy at all—I felt calm, a little wiser, and oddly grateful for the quiet parts of myself that never left~
Such an emotional poem!
Thank you for your kind words ☺️
Beautiful.
The solitude that I used to despise, I know crave. To be. Alone. With. My thoughts.
Thank you 🙏🏼
It’s good that you stop despising it now, and I hold the belief that the results are awesome for you ☺️
I really liked the poem, especially the comparison to the ancient Australian walkabout. I had to look up what it meant, and I’m always happy when I learn something new. Thank you.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts ☺️
I learned it from Joe Robinson and it’s really an interesting concept
I read this like solitude pulled up a chair, crossed its legs, and went, “Okay, let’s talk,” but in the gentlest way possible. I kept smiling at how it isn’t painted as lonely or cold—it feels more like a quiet friend who never interrupts and somehow always knows when to show up... The lighthouse image made my brain go ohhh, and the idea of learning life through watching and imagining felt strangely cozy, like growing up sideways but still growing right. By the end, I didn’t feel heavy at all—I felt calm, a little wiser, and oddly grateful for the quiet parts of myself that never left~