Solitude is not loneliness. It is communion with the Self.

In a world that worships noise and movement, choosing stillness becomes radical. We were taught to fear being alone—but it is in solitude that your truest voice begins to rise. Quietly. Without apology.

There is a part of you that never left the forest.
She’s still barefoot on the path, wild-haired, eyes wide open.
She’s not lost. She’s waiting.