I am exploring.

I feel wonderfully explorative lately, at this time when I’m not even leaving my own home except to stretch my legs and and those of the small human in my charge.

I am spending a lot of time traversing my inner landscape, and I imagine a lot of us are doing the same. And if we’re not, we are probably avoiding it.

Exploration of this kind is pretty standard for me. But the realm I have ventured into which feels so new and familiar is Who I Am Without Other People. I have gone through self-imposed isolations before. I have known, at least to some degree, Who I Am Without Other People. But she has always been so easily lost.

Maybe this is my chance to exalt her.