Living in the In-Between Time
I hope this period of isolation will help us turn to self-reflection.
I am living in-between these days. In between isolation and social interaction. In between isolation and reflection. In between myself. Wow, am I philosophizing? I do believe I am.
In this time of isolation, though, I sense an urge, deep in my spirit, to reflect on what is happening around me and in me. I think many of us are feeling the same way, too. That is a lot to consider.
I don’t mind being isolated. I treasure aloneness because I’ve never been alone. Ever. I’ve always cared for people — my brothers, my kids, and even now, in my waning years, a grandchild.
Being alone allows me to read and get lost in adventures. I become a time traveler observing people in the past and how they embraced isolation. I can go up on a mountain with the Biblical David who wrote the 23rd Psalm while he tends his flocks in the high pastures. Eavesdrop as he composes songs of praise on his lyre.
Or sit beside William Ernest Henley’s hospital bed in the tuberculosis isolation ward in the 1800s. There he penned my favorite poem, Invictus.
