"It's just myself" --an expression I picked up while traveling in Ireland this past October. The expression seems especially appropriate as I look back on 2014 and notice that in many ways it was indeed the year of it being "just myself."
In June I spent a three-day weekend alone in a tiny cabin on the North Shore of Lake Superior, doing a good bit of solo hiking on the Superior Hiking Trail. It was quiet, and I wrote about the sounds of nature.
Then, in October I travelled alone for three weeks in Ireland. I hiked, I foraged for mushrooms, and I made new friends. I got lost briefly in the woods, and horribly in Dublin City. But in both instances, before things could get dangerous some friendly soul appeared and showed me the way. I discovered that I do indeed travel best by myself and I learned that when I am lost, I am never really lost.
In 2014 I also made the transition to living alone, something I've only ever done once before in my life, briefly, about 10 years ago, after the first divorce. As I've made this transition I've been consistently amazed by, and grateful for the beautiful souls who in their way look after me. There is the yoga teacher who offered to change my burnt-out headlight. There is the employer who gives me a free CSA box each week. There is the friend who walks my dogs when my work days are long, and the friends who read my poetry and offer helpful feedback. I discovered that mostly, I do live best by myself, and I've learned that when I am alone, I am never really alone.
And so, I'll wander into 2015 by myself, but not lost and certainly not alone.