The husband looks up from his newspaper and says
“maybe those old friendships just weren’t that strong to begin with.”
Sundays are always the hardest afternoons. Memories of family dinners, picnics and phone conversations with loved ones. The ones who wanted to look for benefits, opportunities, for fresh gossip, new customers and clients-it’s always agenda first-what did you expect? Remember how it all started?
I told you from beginning I don’t chase after people. I chase after mountains and canopied sequoia in my heart center. The children called and that’s what matters. Somebody called with a voice, real voices. Not an email, a text or a form letter once a year at Christmas.
I thumb through my old fashioned hand written address book and have to sigh over the names of those who crossed over or who moved on. It’s held together with duct tape. Time for a separation ceremony.
Look alive, my soul! You already know the score. There is none. All is contained within the Tao.
Really, take another look says the voice of the Higher Self.
Sometimes I climb those stairs by myself
as if in some foreign place,
yet, the place is not strange at all.
I have been alone before.
Other lifetimes
different clothing.
Shed the outworn threadbare with a prayer
wrapping up
in a shawl for my shoulders.
I climb the stairs by myself.
I must try.
Treat Yourself to a Journaling Adventure 
The Other Self is true to you. I like the brave acceptance of being alone. I had an experience like yours on my recent trip to Minneapolis. On the way home weather delays left me stranded in the Chicago airport for three hours. I lived there for twenty years and couldn’t think of a single person I wanted to call to just talk to. Talking to my sons is where real connection happens for me. ❤
That’s amazing about Chicago and I’m grateful for your story. The older I get the more the old sayings ring true. I’m thinking of “aging is not for wusses.” I think solitude holds power sometimes. Sending ((hugs)) of gratitude!