
The great work of the solitary life is gratitude. – Thomas Merton [image: Nightmare, by Henry Fuselli, 1781)
A few hours ago, I awoke from the worst nightmare of my life. In it, both my children were young again and in need of my protection. Both were killed. In the nightmare, my grief was so loud that my wife turned from me and left. I then heard myself shouting to the sky: "Nothing matters!"
I awoke from this nightmare and quickly found my way to gratitude that it was "only" a dream. But, as we all know, dreams feel completely real. That is why nightmares are so terrifying. In my waking state, I thought of the people for whom the nightmare is real. In Iraq, the Gaza Strip, and many other parts of the world, parents will lose their children today. It won't be a nightmare. It will be real.
The toxic terror of my dream lingered for awhile. I was not planning to share it here, and then I took another look at Merton's book, Thoughts in Solitude.
Which comes first, courage or passion? For me, it is courage. Even when I am completely in touch with my many passions, I find that it takes great courage for me to live what I love.
In a reflection earlier this week, I wrote about how solitude can feel terrifying. In my own case, it felt that way to me in 1997 because, although I had enough money, I had no job. Solitude in the middle of that was solitude with no sense of the existence of any oasis. In my mind, at the time, no job for me meant that I did not exist. I hope I have grown beyond that. Only a time of solitude without work would tell me.
What about you? What are the gifts and terrors of solitude for you?
-Erie Chapman
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