40 days in the wilderness. No one to call my name. Alone with with my own thoughts. I get to know me. I know that’s not me. The me I think is me is not the real me. At the beginning me and I are at odds. Me is judging I or am I judging me. Clarity doesn’t come until day 38. Maybe I’m a slow learner. Maybe it just takes that long. I am. Loneliness transforms into Aloneness. I must return. I don’t want to return. I like the wilderness now. Where i must go is busy, busy, busy! Noisy! Full of leaf blowers, pie holes, and fast cars. But it is my home. Not the wilderness.
