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Isolation


I wrote this article earlier this month, precisely 4th of March after seeing a movie where a man stayed away from the world, at first unintentionally. It had both positive and negative impact to his mental health and relationships. But, I chose to focus on the positive while thinking about all of the good things that could happen when one stayed away for awhile from all possible distractions.  
It had nothing to do with the current pandemic at the time of writing, but still, maybe you can link it up, learn and make the best of the moment.
Enjoy!

Isolation

Apart. Aside. Hidden. Separate. Away
In this realms of being alone, which we mostly dread. We bring forth that which is unknown, embracing it so dearly that it becomes real and a part of us. This, I think is the mystery of our gifts and being.

I imagine we have likened the word isolation, to being terrible, uncool, unpopular, unwanted, and rejected. In as much as some of these events may lead to the beginning of this process, it is also important to understand that  in being apart, aside, hidden, alone, separate, away – we find our true nature and the core of our essence.

In this rare moment, we choose to know ourselves, see the person we have become and would become; the true beauty that is in the eye of the beholder. This sacred moment brings to us deep revelation; mysteries we can only understand when away from distractions, which include the ever pacing of our minds and the voices in our heads.
Indeed, to become renewed, reborn and afresh, you have to embrace wholeheartedly this intentional path of aloneness.

I hope you see today and always that despite the beauty of being in the crowd and around the circle of love and laughter, it is even more magical to enjoy the scared spiritual moments of solitude in isolation – in being you and alone with you.            
It is indeed a deep refreshing moment of love and selflessness.
Take a moment, think about this.

Love & Light,
TA

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