Monday, August 02, 2010

Solitude is Blessed

This video was shared via Facebook. I've watched it a few times now, and each time am equally enthralled. Today seems the appropriate day to share it as I've spent the day puttering around the house...alone. I am, luckily, a person, who for the most part, does not mind being alone. Oh sure, I like interacting with others, but I also chose to embrace and cherish the time when I can keep myself company and be my own entertainment. I have no idea how unusual that is as each of us experiences the same differently. So if you find yourself by yourself, play this little video and think about how lucky you are.

8 comments:

Mark said...

I am great with being alone. I need to be alone at times. These are times where I can really tune in. Great video, thanks for sharing. When we love who we are it is easy to be with our self.

Panhandle Pete said...

The validity of this cheerful poetic essay ... lies in the fact that the human condition is, at its essence, one of loneliness...

A state of mind no less integral to us, than is happiness.

The artists' sweet rendition and clever lyrics make for a compelling, and easily repeated viewing...I agree.

Aaoiue said...

Now I'm going alone to MNAC Museum of Art. I like to go with someone, but I like too to go alone.
Beautiful video.

we're doomed said...

Well, this is a compelling video. The poem is sweet and the images are comfortable with the theme. A nice work of art.

Carla said...

Mark, I find I need my alone time to recharge. I cherish it actually. I suppose the really trick is to find a balance.

Pete, Being alone does not necessarily equal loneliness and being with others doesn't always exclude loneliness. I guess that's the paradox.

Carla said...

Aaoiue, I hope you had a lovely time at the museum. It's a great place to be by oneself.

We're Doomed, I thought so too. It kind of grows on you.

Isle Dance said...

Beautiful. I'm right there, too. :o)

Envoy-ette said...

What makes being alone so difficult for me is the length of it, and that even simple things like dancing/walking can not be enjoyed with a broken body.
Yet, my voice (through blogging) can reach out or express it. There is freedom in that.