The days go by and I am beginning to experience the meaning of real solitude. It is certainly real enough now…I am beginning to feel the lightness, the strangeness, the desertedness of being really alone…Now that everything is here, the work of loneliness really begins, and I feel it. I glory in it (giving thanks to God), and I fear it. This is not something lightly to be chosen (Dancing in the Water of Life (vol. 5 of The Journals of Thomas Merton), p. 286).
|My view from the hermitage|
|My reading chairs at the hermitage|