Hmm... food for thought..
"In western culture
isolation
is considered one of the most
stringent of punishments."
From when you are a child and are sick- you are kept inside and not allowed to interact with other kids. I mean when someone has the flu or chicken pox you are kept away from them [
presumably so they can heal-- but also so they do not spread]. Think about it-- when someone does wrong or commits a crime they are removed from society (
at large) and sent to prison. When they do more wrong, they are then sent into solitary confinement- further isolating them from interaction around them as further punishment.
Now a days there is great talk and strain made about 'putting kids in time out' in some random place somewhere rather than laying of the hands on them (
I am not gonna say which method I had or prefer but i mean sometimes time out ain't gonna cut it). I remember when we were kids, going to sit in the corner because I did something wrong or bad...
so it is very disconcerting that when one lives in isolation they tend to be viewed as being punished-- punished by the fact she is not wived up or booed up or with child... or society views the single woman as being punished because she does not have a man to rescue her in this world.
funny thing, some people cannot wait to grow up- i mean when we are kids we cannot wait until we can do what we want- no rules no one to answer to. We (
who had to listen to rules and do chores and live within some kind of parental establishment ) could not just wait to be 'grown'---> mind you there is no handbook for being grown other than I can have cake when i want to seemed to be the goal.
Now me, as the only girl in my immediate family, i cherished solitude. I
loved solitude, i live in solitude- being sent to the corner was being sent to a happy place [
my imagination is still a vividly and wild place to be] and most times as a kid i preferred the company of myself and played by myself because that is just who I was... who I am.
So this solitude that I have lived in prepared me to live... to
love... to
love to live. It is strangely cathartic that I am OK with this because I am told that it is NOT OK to be OK with ...this.... and not that
I am not in want of other things in my life (
you all know cause i have written about it ad nauseam) but currently if it is not the will of the Lord in this good 2016-2017 and beyond then it is just
that.
OK
it is what this adulting thing is all about...
and also monitoring your cake intake.
and drinking water.
and using coconut oil
and staying in prayer.
and do'ing.
