It was late in the day Saturday afternoon. I was sitting by my window, windows open, breeze coming through, and my happy tree as I call it, bringing me company, love and exquisite light. I have grown to really love the tree outside my window.
It’s like being in a treehouse, I have a tree to my left, my right, and even on the far corner of my kitchen window as well as my bedroom.
Looking at trees in Manhattan outside your window is a high commodity.
The trees have roots. They’re grounded from within the soil. During my quiet moments and my pauses of reflection, they have given me strength. Similar to the roots of our souls, we become one~ the trees and I surrender, intertwining with the present. Giving me company, giving me moments that I can go on. That everything is going to be okay. To enjoy this moment.
Years ago, I would get upset if I didn’t have Saturday night plans. It would make me feel like I was missing out on something. But now, I revel in the chance to be alone and enjoy a quiet Saturday night in.
I put on some soulful sexy music and started cooking. I pulled things from my refrigerator as my friend and culinary inspiration Brandy has taught me from her experience being a chef: There’s so much inside the refrigerator waiting to be used.
I took some beautifully ripe peaches, plums, fresh parsley, a little feta and pistachio nuts, and I created the most colorful, delicious, summer salad. It was tasty, and it made me proud that I didn’t buy one thing~ I used what I had.
It tapped me into my creativity. I was eating to enjoy and enjoying eating.
Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s always nice to have someone to share a meal with, but I was happy being alone. I was content. I didn’t feel lonely or sad. I celebrated me.
I took out my journal and sat by the window admiring the trees gently wafting in the breeze. There was a delicate move to them as if they were dancing, light on their feet. It gave me the creative space, the alone time to start asking the questions, “What do I want more of?”
Being alone and being content is growth. It’s learning to know yourself better and giving yourself peace within. Learning to be your own best friend is the first step in being able to love others. You have to be happy with you before you can learn to love others. And when you’re happy alone, you’re not lonely. You become your own best friend and enjoy your own company. There’s nothing more beautiful than that.