It's Strange

I've mentioned it before. The fact that I spent most of my early years as a social person. Not as in being the popular girl, since I'm openly odd. But I once knew lots of people and enjoyed talking on the phone to many of them regularly. Socializing in groups of friends was the norm. Especially during the lost years, or the years I was seeing that famed S.F. rock band who shall not be named. I kid! It was an active, busy time, raising my kids, working. and maintaining ties to quite a few friends from the often vastly different areas of my life. Then came the Facebook phase. 'Nuff said. (Just passed the three-month point-I got this!)

More and more, solitude suits me. It feels empowering to enjoy my own boring company and the precious silence. Punctuated by the many birds... doves, mynahs, cardinals, cranes, more. It isn't all bliss, but I've come to value any moments of despair as well. Not seeking advice or approval from anyone except myself means far less drama and emotional upheaval. I like that.

I still appreciate good times with friends and neighbors. Am just noticing how much I savor my quiet time as the years roll on. Like right now, listening to trade winds blow through tall bamboo.

Our Surinam cherry tree is prolific. Ripening so rapidly that I have been picking them twice a day.