My day was fraught with interruptions. Questions, requests and demands came at me from all angles, overwhelming my thoughts – leaving me harried, tangled in life’s monotony.
Despite the fact I was surrounded by people all day, a sense of loneliness fills me. I long for quiet conversations, or sharing a space with a close friend – creating a silent harmony of thought.
I miss my friends – the ones who are always there, waiting, ready to offer companionship and solace whenever summoned; no matter how long it has been. It has been too too long, shamefully so, since we have met up with one another. The absence of your humanity and generosity are deeply missed. I am sorry for my negligence.
Suddenly, a gift arrives. Time. Time to reconnect and reacquaint. Time to discuss what it means to be human in the every day. Time to lose ourselves in our stories. Time.
So, I invite you to take my hand and walk alongside me this coming week. Let’s talk.
Lila by Marilyn Robinson
The Goldfinch by Donna Tart
The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton
The Music Room by William Fiennes
Stone Mattress by Margaret Atwood
Colorless, Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami
The Wall by William Sutcliffe
The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Airborn by Kenneth Oppel