My Place of Solitude!

No better place for solitude than inside once self.

Merriam-Webster-Webster defines solitude as the quality state of being alone or remote from the society. Other definitions will use words like seclution, or alone.

In other words, solitude is being alone, with absence of destructions like people, computers, school work, television radio just to name a few.

Monks believed that solitude is not a virtue for its own sake but it is cultivated as a way to open up a great empty space for God.

To me my solitude place is no where else than iside myself. Even in a noise place I can just enter into myself and be in communion with myself and with God. This is the best place I start my solitude. This is a practice I started few years ago when I noticed the world is not a bed of roses . Many smiles you see are mostly plastic. People walking on the road many of them wounded being as I am.

There’s no better place to find solitude than entering inside yourself. In moments that I’m drained and frastrated, have learned to seat down, whatever position I’m comfortable and enter myself gently until I’m inside, I’m able to remove the cobwebs that may have grown and dusted my being. This goes from deep breaths, then closed eyes, then allow myself to say a word by my mind, for example, “Maranatha- come Lord Jesus” and repeat that word until I can feel when my hair is being blown by the wind. Anything around me turns to be unknown and I am taken to a different world.

Have practice solitude in the midst of shouting from bosses, or verbal abuse, am there but I am gone miles away.

I also cherish another place of solitude. Books, good written books. Stories, real stories of people who have also used solitude as a pillar in their lives. Left to tell is one book that took me to a country my dad come from and was killed in genocide. Reading that book I was there like physically. I felt the pain, the fear the frustration and later the depression. I was like I’m there but also like I was watching movie.

Up to date I do these among few other solitude places, but these two go hand in hand. Reading helps me to grasp a ward, a frase that would help me not just be alone, but unite my very being with the subprime being, for I do not want my solitude to be empty and of waste or should I say, I don’t want my solitude to be a selfish solitude without my Creator.