Voluntary Hermitage

I cannot receive full monk status because: 1.  I am a woman  2.  The vow of chastity, well, yeah I have two great kids, and 3.  The vow of poverty, hmmm. . .not so much considering how wealthy I am in love (plus I am too attached to hockey, my comfy bed etc.). The fourth vow, obedience, however, I can relate to.  It’s coming down to the wire. I have been, mountainside, camped out in my craggy cave and the time I spend in there for the next month or so is going increase.  I have been collecting provisions and am happy to have internet access and a percolator.  The view is incredible although I have not had much time to enjoy it, yet.  After this period of solitude, however, I will have climbed a summit.  The excitement and anticipation is building and I am remaining focused on my vow.  Through silence, I listen patiently to my muse.  Inspiration strikes daily and I grab it (after a cup of coffee of course), tap it onto my computer screen, give it form, depth, meaning, structure.  While some people may not understand what it is like to work in a cavern, it’s okay.  I am most alive in that simple place, passion abounds, and, again, the view!  What an amazing, knee knocking vista!  Here’s to dreams, rocks in shoes, hikes, climbs, valleys, summits, sprained ankles, mountain tops, and all the in between!