I looked up the definition of “solitude” and came across this definition: the state or art of being alone or remote from others. I never thought of it as an art, but if so, I mastered it at an early age. I’m still quite good at it too!
I don’t lump solitude with loneliness. Loneliness usually pays me a visit when I’m in the midst of a handful of people or a full house. On the other hand, my visit with solitude is my being alone by choice. It is a golden opportunity to recharge my batteries. Without solitude, I fear I would be in meltdown country around the clock.
Yearning for lone time isn’t limited to those like myself who live on the autism spectrum. It is just that being on the spectrum, lone time is more a necessity than a choice. I need it for my mental well-being as I need to eat and breathe for my physical health. As honest as I know how to be, I am most content when I am doing my own thing by myself.
Solitude reminds me of Jesus Christ. It is told in the Gospels of times when Jesus would go off by Himself to a mountainside or a garden to have prayer time with His Father. Jesus spent much time in small groups with his disciples; while other times, he was followed by a multitude of people in the thousands. He did take time, though, to have alone time with the Father.
Time by myself is a break away from the challenges of social interaction. There are no verbal instructions to process. I can escape into my own world. I can hear and utter my thoughts to myself. When I go to the park for solitude, I go to worship too. I can pray to God or sound out my thoughts in the midst of God’s wonders of nature:- the tree limbs bending down to the wind, the beauty of the flowers, watching the ducks go about their business, and the rhythm of the waves on the lake. Many of my blog postings were born on that trail in the park of golden solitude.