I posted this earlier today on FaceBook: “i think i want to go find a cave and live there. live off mushrooms. talk with the squirrels and bees that come by and visit. learn how to use a bow and arrow. and be all by my lonesome. a nice cave. with lots of firewood.”
This is how I was really feeling… just wanting to go hide and be in the beautiful stillness of nature. be healed by the silence.
And one of my Facebook friends responded with the following:
“Ah, to be all alone, in a little cell, with nobody near me! Beloved that pilgrimage before the last pilgrimage to death. Singing the passing hours to cloudy heaven. Feeding upon dry bread, and water from the cold spring. That will be an end to evil, when I am alone in a lovely little corner among tombs, far from the houses of the great.” -Unknown
She went on to share: “This is graffiti in the margins of an illuminated manuscript, that was set to music in the 20th century by Samuel Barber and became one of “The Hermit Songs.” (This song is called Desire for Hermitage.)”
Beautiful. Maybe I was that monk in a previous life! ;~)