Even when we take time to be in solitude, we can still be avoiding going too deep. I noticed in my own solitude practice that I can be skimming the surface of being with myself, I commune with nature, with the sounds in the forest, with the thoughts of being in solitude, but not crack the shield I build around my heart or even ask myself the questions that will bring tears and breakdown/breakthrough.

So I ask today, when was the last time you (and I) stood in complete vulnerability towards the one who hurts inside? When was the last time we cradled that hurt and did not wrap it in an illusion of ‘time alone’?