No one can be awake all the time. We sleep and wake and go back to sleep. We're clear, then confused, then wide-eyed again. We feel safe, then nervous, then at peace again. It makes being human a practice of return.

I used to feel inconsistent, because my moods would change. I'd want solitude, then when alone, couldn't wait to be with others. I'd want to be still and walk slowly through the woods, but once there for a while, couldn't wait to hear live music.

Alone on the cliffs of Grand Manan Island overlooking the misty Bay of Fundy, I didn't feel any lonelier than I did anywhere else. I felt peaceful. I missed my husband, but now I felt his presence more clearly in my memories.

Holidays have been etched into the our calendars as moments we "should" be sharing with friends and family. But sometimes, for one reason or another (...

During the 1950s, when actress Greta Garbo walked away from her very lucrative movie career and become nearly reclusive in New York City, she establis...

Human beings are social animals -- they are also solitary ones. Many things in modern life are done alone, even within well-integrated families and social groups.

Being in solitude rather than loneliness is a choice, and we are ultimately in charge of our minds. I believe that the freedom found in solitude will support love.