Sunday, May 6, 2012

small, simple.

Being alone causes you to think more.  To ponder life more voraciously.  To talk out loud to God. 

My grandfather's passing has effected me in such a deep and penetrating way--realizing the frailties of life, appreciating family more than ever, earnestly trying to be less self-centered.  None of this 'stuff' that we crave is lasting.  How apparent it seems right now.  How much more fulfilling to concentrate on--and live, and live again--the things that truly matter.

As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives. 
-Henry David Thoreau

Solitude is perhaps the best teacher.  Solitude, and the death of a loved one.