Inside myself is a place where I live all alone, and that’s where I renew my springs that never dry up.
— Pearl Buck
I have noticed that more and more people seem to find it impossible to unplug, to allow silence, and to be alone with themselves. This is very sad, and is tied, I think, to a much deeper emotional and spiritual malaise that cannot be disguised by noise.
But here is a beautiful poem that offers some steps for returning to wholeness and well-being. Enjoy.